Last night we made the possibly perilous decision to forgo the first two hours of our nightly allotment of sweet, sweet sleep to watch this latest from Woody Allen, a director whose start and stop reactive dialogue, halting staging and neurosis narrative often get in the way of his film making. (In my opinion.) (In many cases.) However, there are certainly more than enough perfect distillations of his particular stylistic craft to make me want to see each and every one of his films. And so it was when my wife brought this film home last night we made the sacrifice. I am not going to mince any more words.
I loved it.
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Todd, I'll probably be the first of many to comment that I don't believe you. So I need you to re-iterate your love for this movie. I'll then see it, but until then, I'm staying away from any recent Woody Allen/ScarJo projects due to 2 hours wasted waiting for something interesting to happen in Match Point. No movie has ever made me so uncomfortable just from being so bored.
Match Point was a bit of a loss. Yeah.
Ok.
Scoop was a uninteresting to me mostly.
But Cassandra's Dream was not bad at all. Kind of stodgy in that Woody Allen way, not as fluid or visually sumptuous as Barcelona, but still, if you are int o that sort of masochism, not a bad watch.
Barcelona is a totally different beast. Entirely watchable. Totally enjoyable.
Scarlett Johanson is a massive question mark as far as a director's casting call, sure, but Cruz (especially) and Bardem are great, the direction is free and easy and the photography has that sort of golden hue that makes everything that much more mushy tantalizing.
Ok.
Ok.
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