'Lasciati Andare' ("Let Yourself Go") begins excellently, with the reliably brilliant Toni Servillio playing a jaded psychotherapist who takes his wife for granted even though the pair are formally separated. But after a health-scare he reluctantly takes on an excitable personal trainer and various forms of chaos ensue. Unfortunately, as the film continues, these episodes become both more outrageous and more generic - the earlier incidents are funnier because they're better grounded in the specifics of the character and the situation. Overall, it's mildly amusing rather than hysterical.

Conventional comedy where it's a surprise to find white bearded Servillo doing Woody Allen. He's a Jewish psychoanalyst who is too mean to pay for a divorce from his appealing ex wife still living in the next flat and doing his laundry, in the block where the Observant neighbor leaves the lift door open on Sundays to avoid breaking shabbat, infuriating Tony. His patients, including Giacomo of Aldo, Giacomo and Giovanni fame, keep on turning up in the film's developments.Tony's doctor tells him he needs to get into shape. In the gym Tony runs into sex pot Echegui running her jazzacise class and she convinces him he needs her as a personal trainer - predictable jokes.Her whacked out sex life intrudes, with her black son setting fires, including one on Tony's jacket. Turnsout she is working Tony as part of the scheme where her psycho prisoner boy friend Marinelli wants to be hypnotised into remembering where he placed the jewel store robbery loot we saw him pace out and bury at the start of the film.The piece is nicely made and bright enough, mixing Jewish jokes, shrink jokes and slapstick crook comedy but we've been there before an hoped they'd come up with a better vehicle for Servillo.