Manhattan at dawn is a single yellow cab in a glass desert, out steps Cinderella with paper-bag breakfast to see herself reflected amid the display diamonds, a crystalline statement of theme... The drifting tempo accelerates for a splendid cocktail soirée somewhere between Antonioni and Tati, with cigarette holder and pillbox bouffant and spilled drink figuring in a signature Edwards gag.
Fernando F. Croce
January 1, 2010