OMG! Allen is a genius! Oh, I love London, and isn't the view of the Thames TO DIE FOR, and isn't Johnathan Rhys Myers so tortured and so heroic in a Dostoyevsky anti-heroic kind of way, and besides, he's so nice to look at. And wasn't Scarlett Johansson so totally passionate and sexy and smoldering and didn't you love her crass vulnerability, and wow! Woody left New York and totally took on class and infidelity and fate and luck and aspirations in a way that hasn't been covered in all of his other films because it happened in, well, LONDON. With Opera. And nihilism. I LOVE nihilism, especially when Woody does it.
– Peter Travers, Rolling Stone
I pitched a tent.
– Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun Times
I didn't simply dislike this movie, I disLURVED it. I disLUFFED it. All you Woody Allen whores who are so grateful to have a near-coherent effort in the last 10+ years, no matter how predictable and plodding and painful it was, need to be whipped. It was a steaming coil of celluloid. Admit it. Admit it and move on. And before you say I don't "GET" Woody Allen, I'll say this: I get good movies. He's made good movies. This is not one of them. This sucked cranky old hackneyed man ass.
– Shannon Sarver, I Want Those Two Hours Back At The End Of My Life
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