The Next 365 Days (2022)

What makes The Next 365 Days oddly irresistible isn’t realism or subtlety—it’s the sheer, glossy commitment to romantic chaos, shot like a perfume ad that can’t look away from its own drama. The film leans hard into high-stakes passion, simmering jealousy, and sun-drenched luxury, turning relationship turbulence into a kind of bingeable spectacle anchored by the magnetic presence of Michele Morrone and the push-pull tension around Laura. If you enjoy romance as heightened fantasy—more soap opera than psychology—this plays like a guilty pleasure you’ll swear you’re only watching “for a minute” and then suddenly it’s over. It’s not for everyone (especially if you want grounded storytelling), but if you’re in the mood for addictive, “so bad it’s good” escapism with a few unexpectedly bold flourishes, it delivers exactly that.

The Next 365 Days is clearly aiming to be a glossy, high-heat romance where jealousy, temptation, and luxury settings do the heavy lifting while Laura and Massimo stumble through trust issues. The problem is it mistakes repetition for drama: the story feels thin, the conflicts circle the same beats, and the performances often can’t sell the intensity the script insists on. Even the erotic set pieces, which should be the main draw, tend to come off staged and oddly unengaging, making the runtime feel longer than it is. If you’re here for a real plot, character growth, or believable chemistry, this will likely test your patience—but if you just want slick visuals, familiar faces, and soap-opera vibes, you may still find it mildly watchable.