Manchmal dürfen Märchen und Liebesgeschichten sein, oder? Manchmal darf man sich von guten Regisseuren entführen lassen, auf eine Reise ins Romantische, oder? Manchmal ist das Leben ein wunderschönes Abenteuer, oder etwa nicht? Woraus könnte man sonst Energie schöpfen?
Had a story like this fallen in the hands of a less capable director/writer it would most likely be unbearable to sit through. As Woody recycles his favorite themes yet again, it's still a rather basic romantic comedy with both romance and comedy sweetened to the point that'll certainly reject a more critical viewer. But with a couple of sequences, notably featuring Firth reexamining himself, worthy of a praise.
The only way for a reasonable person to feel pleasure in life is to get confused. Temporarily confused by doubts over human limitations and fish-water-changing-by-who sort of philosophical cliché... Unfortunately pessimism goes dancing with the fact, extract through reason, that: "happiness is not suitable for the human condition". The confusion Allen keeps going for is romance. The guy never stopped being romantic.
While it was a bit creepy that an old man like Collin Firth was so flirtatious with a young woman like Emma Stone, this was a lot of fun to watch. I had pretty low expectations for this. The psychic scenes were pretty intense. The last scene in the movie was very nerve-wrenching because you really weren't sure if they would end up getting together. There was some cliché sappiness, but it was unique for the most part.