I Don't Understand You

In trying to be both subversive and sincere, “I Don’t Understand You” ends up not quite pulling off either.

Outrageously snappy and unapologetically fun, I Don’t Understand You is a must-see for anyone who likes queer romance, horror-comedy, and/or hot Italians.

Emotional honesty sometimes salvages this tonal misfire but can’t quite pull together a movie that is constantly coming apart with bad screenwriting choices and direction that never figures out how to tell this quirky story.

Nick Kroll and Andrew Rannells make such an effortlessly funny and convincing couple that they smooth over the rough transitional patches.

Tonally, “I Don’t Understand You” has the twisted, expect-the-worst vibe of classic Danny DeVito movies (“Ruthless People” and “The War of the Roses” come to mind).

Mean spirited, but often very funny, I Don’t Understand You has some tonal problems but its winning mix of deadpan humor with buckets of blood trumps whatever wonky feeling is left behind by the script.

The way it underlines a charming premise with fiendish gags is precisely what makes the film special.

It takes quite a leap of understanding—both in terms of logic and sympathy—to even try to accept where ... [this] movie goes.

I Don't Understand You is a very dark comedy that nearly gets too mean to work.

A frustrating, messy, and at times quite mean-spirited drama where decent people are treated poorly, the perpetrators prosper, and everything works out fine in the end, as long as you're rich enough to go on the run from the Italian police.