Yes, I admit to being a Woody Allen fan who hasn’t seen that one. But this one was great, regardless. Great casting. Scarlett Johansson and Jonathan Rhys Meyers are two sexy people (there’s a very good reason the movie poster is cut to draw your eye to those two sets of sensual lips. Yeehaw!) And a writer who can make every single line count for double, or make the scenery talk (my favorite is the painting behind Johansson when Ryhs-Meyers runsinto her again and can’t resist starting up their affair again, which reads “ACHE”) is really just awesome. Say what you will about the man’s personal life.
The only scene I found a bit overwrought was his guilt-ridden hallucination. It just fell flat to me. Maybe because Allen had “Crime and Punishment” in his head the whole time, so he couldn’t resist the nod there, but I thought Rhys-Meyers played all of that out in his acting, without need for the philisophical musings. I think it’s a case of the writer not quite trusting his actors, or his audience, enough. What a funny, misanthropic, sad little man.
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