Fading Gigolo is, despite the wealth of talent both in front and behind the camera, a mishandled oddity.
Essentially playing to the type he's successfully conveyed in a large portion of his cinema, Allen steals the film from under Turturro's feet, taking whatever jokes the limp screenplay has and moulding them to his nervously charming sensibilities, especially those that play slightly close to home. Turturro, on the other hand, loses his footing early on, allowing the story to come to a near total standstill when depicting the drippy romantic courtship between Fioravante and Avigal, which Fading Gigolo never recovers from. It's also weakly plotted, forcing in the largely unfunny machinations of Schreiber's character to inject much needed dramatic tension, which Turturro doesn't particularly know what to do with. Though impractical to compare and contrast, it's somewhat inescapable to wonder what Allen could have done with the material, yet as it stands the finished product resembles the worst of his output: flaccid, unfocused and wholly unremarkable.