Salvatore Crankshaft

Such contrived stuff and fluff, between sad and embarrassing and pathetic to witness this self-delusion on Allen's part, these self-pleasuring vapid dialogues, these dull dimwitted tedious boring would-be bon mots, drollities chic witticisms. It's really so amateur in every way, time to stop.

All these gushy 5 star reviews. I must have been watching a rough cut, rather than the slick masterpiece others watched, immersed, mesmerised and thrilled. It is turgid, unoriginal, and over-long by roughly 2 5 hours. It is simply not entertaining. End of review.

I've come across this as it follows Hard Quiz. Look, comedy is tough and I respect the effort and guts of comics to stand up and perform. Tough gig. But main point - the canned laughter which runs thru The Weekly. A cheap cop-out and fudge. Canned laughter? Bit retro wot?

This is a doddery piece of anemic self-indulgence with Allen continuing his nostalgia wet dream evident in Midnight in Paris. The dialogue is uniformly weak and the humor fully flaccid, Allen's voice over dreary at best, attempts at period and gangster ambience superficial, every frame dreamily predictable, the actor basically portraying Allen has no presence and weight, he is too much a glum whiny Allen stand-in. The movie is a monumental dud.