Allen doesn’t get us to care much about any of the characters here. Sondra’s a bit of a dumbbell, and she isn’t charming. Her English roommate is, but like Jane Cook, she’s just another bit of plot machinery. And Lyman’s such a standard-issue playboy he periodically seems to evaporate from the screen himself. Only Allen as the wiseass Splendini comes across as having much depth or character. But that’s probably just because he’s familiar—we’ve seen him so often we can fill in the blanks.
July 27, 2006