Louis CK's conflicted ode to Woody Allen, with the same unnerving blurred boundaries between autobiography and fiction. As a result, he becomes the comedy equivalent of Vincent Gallo - talented and unsympathetic. The 'open season' on sexual abuse means that Székely will be in career limbo, where contrition will be a long-term endeavour. Regardless, this film is painfully revelatory. He's no Weinstein or Spacey but...
It's a clear Woody Allen homage, and pretty much like all homages, never reaches the heights of the original. Still, considering the circumstances surrounding it, it's surprisingly good and entertaining.
A surprise, more striking from an ideological point of view: out of the recent witch-hunt that occasionally marks the North-American morality (without overlook who in fact is a sexual offender), an intelligent review of a family film, by the irony and amorality of dialogues and situations that leave in suspension the image's and orchestral sound's reliability, creating an incredibility that undermines the narrative.
I look at this as a satire. I don't know if it's about Allen, about him (Louis) or about Hollywood (or maybe it's about all that) but it surely feels like it's Louie trying to escape (or maybe confess) his own flaws and perversions. Pretty much what he does in LOUIE. Malkovich character is paradigmatic and what marks the difference - in the end it is a reflexion about the "zeitgeist" in Hollywood.
Well, you can hate him and throw everything at him like in the US or decide that he is an essential genius like they do in France, the film is not terrible nor a master piece. It is pretty much a long episode of Louie, heavily dedicated to Woody Allen in a strange way, and never as good as "Manhattan". Still two scenes in particular are very accurate and emotional. The most interesting "acte manqué" of the year.
Not a movie by or about Allen as many have suggested, but a pre-code Problem Picture, a melodrama with a moral that we are to learn by watching a monster of a man make a lot of mistakes. It will be hard for most to seperate the character and the man playing him, and partly that is the point. It's self-disgust made animate. Morally sound enough, but also just not a very good movie.
If the world just took the time to calm the fuck down and watch the film they'd realise Louis CK is (or could have been) a great addition to the independent film calendar. CK's stock character is this put upon emotional guy, insecure in a world where everyone else has strong opinions and sure beliefs. Here, it's tested to the limit by his daughter's burgeoning sexuality - and the result is incredibly heartfelt.
I was a big fan of Louis C.K.'s FX show so I had high hopes for this going in; I unfortunately was let down. The film doesn't really have a voice or point of view - there's a lot of potential that seems to go wasted. The acting is the definite highlight - the film has an excellent cast.