Joseph Ciolino

Best single word to describe this film: insipid. Allen, incapable, it appears, of writing anything original anymore, simply replaces his own screen presence with that of Owen Wilson, Diane Keaton, etc. etc..... The dialogue is predictably pretentious, dull, and in fact insulting, as Allen always seems to want to be "educating," us. We do not need his first year knowledge of literature droning on at us in film after film. (He's spitting his opinions on my neck. Yes, the Wood-man has at last become that annoying professor of TV, Theater, and Cinema that so irritated him in Annie Hall). Please Wood-man. Stop. Go back to your roots. New York Jewish humor circa 1958. It was the best anyway.