The plot of 'Archpeligo' is very simple: a repressed, upper-middle class family go on holiday to Sicily and proceed to have a dull, miserable time. And that's it. The underlying cause of their inability to enjoy life is never explained, there are no dramatic developments, nor any particularly sympathetic characters; just a selection of privileged individuals sharing mutual unhappiness. It's sometimes said, probably falsely, that everyone has a book in them; this film feels as if someone felt they had a film in them, presumably inspired by their own insipid life. If this is actually a work of imagination, then I'm even more alarmed.