A curious item to push into our crowded marketplace: a low-watt Italian comedy that proceeds with no stars, droll-to-hypoglycaemic energy levels and a very familiar odd-couple dynamic. Pairing the Falstaffian Paolo (Giuseppe Battiston) with Zoran (Rok Prasnikar), the dorky teen he inherits from his late aunt’s estate, yields one semi-winning diversion when the kid reveals a money-spinning facility with darts. Even this tangent proves a dead end, pulling up short of the much-mooted world championships in Glasgow. Though not unpleasant, such meandering feels naggingly negligible.
