As a lifelong Jersey boy, I have immense pride in my Italian-American heritage. Sure, everyone thinks we’re all mobsters who only wear tracksuits and love our mothers to an almost Oedipal level, but there’s something so great about the bond that is an Italian-American family. So when the movie Little Italy about two warring pizza families and the love their children shared popped up, I was hoping against hope that it would be a good example of the romantic comedy genre. It isn’t.
Little Italy is just like coming home to your favorite hole in the wall pizzeria that you grew up with. Everything is the same as it was when they opened 25 years ago. The only difference is that the pizza is gone in five minutes, but this movie lasts an agonizing hour and forty minutes.
Source: Destructoid Review: Little Italy