There is a touch of logic and a touch of love on each film by Woody, which we see so wonderfully constructed in this one. Someone is about to learn that there is so much to doubt and so much to be sure of. And yet, the need for both is so conflicting inside closed minds, that they might be missing the point.
Continuing the hit-or-miss streak that started w/ Midnight In Paris, Allen's return to his favorite time period is a flawed film that gets away with a lot. This is due to the charm of Firth & Stone, who may not have fiery chemistry but give wonderful performances. It may explore the balance between love, lies, faith, & doubt too lightly but the witty humor helps smooth over any flaws. It left with a smile on my face.
Relaxed, conversational; full of discussions on life and the cosmos; like a Brisseau film sans softcore lesbian sex. Overflowing with subtext. The nature of illusion, performance, identity; characters posing as someone else. Cinema itself is an illusion, full of performances, deceptions, sleight of hand. Lost love drifts in and out as a leitmotif; love as the ultimate magic, conquering cynicism. A little masterpiece.
This movie is just sad. Colin Firth is trying to move himself in every possible way to fit in his role, but it just doesn't come through. It's a pity because he is a marvelous actor. A little side note: it is kinda uncomfortable to see a romance between a man in his fifties and a girl...