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.
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.
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.
Parece que o sr. louis decidiu, tal como a sua personagem, fazer um filme só porque sim... só porque a oportunidade surgiu. Tem alguns toques do seu estilo de comédia habitual, dão-se algumas gargalhadas, mas não chegam para abrilhantar o filme. Estava habituada aos seus programas de stand up de 5* e à sua afamada série e aqui dou-me com uma escrita ignóbil e que nada honra woody allen, como era prometido.