So maybe it lacks the timely thematic punch of “Midnight in Paris,” but that doesn’t mean I didn’t thoroughly enjoy Woody Allen’s latest, “To Rome With Love,” thoroughly and completely. Sure, it’s not going to be rise to the top of his filmography. Yet it’s a solid reminder of just how much of a comedic master Allen really is and just how effortlessly the laughs flow.
Part of my love of this movie could just be that I was in Rome a month before seeing it, though I will admit Rome gets a far more shallow portrayal than Paris. Nevertheless, while we miss out on the Eternal City, we are treated to generous helpings of Woody Allen. Since the story consists of four vignettes (which are really totally unrelated aside from their setting), we are treated to not one, not two, not three, but FOUR neurotic Woody Allen surrogates in one movie!
Now, if you hate the archetypical Woody Allen character with his nebbish misanthropy and his self-deprecatingly intellectual wit, then “To Rome With Love” will sound a lot like nails on a chalkboard to you. However, if you are like me and willing to sit through something dreadful like “You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger” in the hopes of one classic Allen moment, then you could probably care less about a statement on nostalgia or beautiful, city-encapsulating ambiental cinematography. You’re just happy to see another Woody Allen movie. And for me, that’s enough.
The post-Spielberg generation of fanboy filmmakers has a few things to learn. I’m talking about the boys who grew up thinking that Indiana Jones is the slickest hero ever, E.T. is the most benevolent force in the universe, and the alien coming out of John Hurt’s chest in “Alien” is the scariest thing in the world. They’re coming of age now, and their paying homage to their myth-maker.
I don’t force every domestic drama I see to stand up to “American Beauty.” Nor do I weigh every romantic comedy against “Annie Hall.” So in a sense, why should I make a superhero movie stand up to “









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