Michael Caine stars as a grumpy conductor who’s hanging out in a Swiss villa with old pal Harvey Keitel and the weird-looking son from There Will Be Blood. That sounds like tedious Oscar bait, but this film was made by Paolo Sorrentino. It’s not as grand or as deep as Sorrentino’s The Great Beauty, but it sucks viewers in with stunning scenery and a smart screenplay (albeit one with a very Italian approach to women’s roles in making old men happy). Surprisingly, you don’t see Harvey Keitel’s butt in this movie, despite an abundance of spa treatment scenes and its prominence in so many of his past films.