Romance at the Vineyard

The usual term for define this genre of film is, in my case, the polite nice.

But this film is just bizarre to creepy. And it continues , scene by scene , to become worse.

The problem is not the accent of grandparents, the absence of chemistry between main characters, the unrealism of situations and the Prince Charming reminding a goofy but the feeling about a scriptwriter random opening books about vineyard and putting , to be there, in its script.

The final is just awful and the cliches are used in absurd manner.

But the problem are the good premises, from location to the seeds of motivations for each character.