There I was this morning, sitting quietly and thinking about having my late breakfast... Or was it early lunch? Nevermind. Well, while doing so, I found myself browsing my computer for a film I could eat to and my eyes suddenly fell upon this latest Woody Allen creation. Now, I have an urge to tell you that in my world I do not have sympathies for Mr. Allen. As far as I'm concerned, Ed Wood owns Woody Allen anytime.
With that said, it's only natural that I asked myself why the hell would I want to watch it and give the guy a chance now. And the answer would be: I don't know. I just did.
The first thing that pulled me in was the cast. One would think that the roles were written personally for the actors. My guess is that they just slipped into their roles. No lubricant whatsoever.
As it goes with Allen's films, the story is chopped so that every character has a story of it's own which is, no matter how close they are, intertwined with everybody else's. This one, in particular, deals with everyday issues more or less. Love, adultery, stealing, the spiritual, hardship of life, decline in one's character, etc.
During the entire first half, I couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe Woody's done it. Then, the second half came, and I kept feeling the same thing. It is unbelievably intriguing and really keeps you in your seat. At some point, obviously, the film was coming near to its ending and my eyes were now huge from the intrigue and positive disbelief. I am now waiting for the suitable conclusion to feed this gaping hole, this hunger for a final culmination. The one that will make me nod my head for three extra minutes... And, guess what? It never came.
This has to be, by far, the most disappointing ending to a film I have ever seen. It was like teasing a starving soon-to-be-dead man with a box full of crackers, just to find out that the box was empty the whole time.
7 out of 10.
Fuck you, Woody Allen.
