There's something familiar in this: For a few minutes we're following a man riding a Vespa in hilly, quiet streets somewhere in Rome. It's a Nanni Moretti scene, a beatiful passing moment of warm breeze and afternoon sun.
'Aprile' is a montage of such passing moments. Nanni Moretti, the Italian director, carefully puts together relaxed short dialogue, subtle slapstick of nodding heads and tapping feet, and dreamy monologues funny in their apparent simplicity.
In the heart there's also a story. It's a story of a director who's about to become a father, and who can't decide if he actually wants to make a musical comedy about a bakery in the 1950's or a documentary about the state of the Italian society.
In brief, 'Aprile' is a Nanni Moretti film. What else could you possibly want?