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There's
a not particularly funny or illuminating joke that's related at the
beginning of Woody Allen's new film that involves a cabbie and
his fare. After a short burst of emotion by the passenger, the cabbie
provides the punchline - "it's like anything else." As noted
it's a response that simply hangs in the air. Most of Mr. Allen's new
film Anything Else also appears to be floating on nothing and
it isn't funny or illuminating.
The broad strokes
of this tale of Manhattan involve Jerry Falk (Jason Biggs), a
comedy writer and his relationship with Amanda (Christina Ricci),
an aspiring actress with a well developed resume of neurosis. Things
are not going well in Jerry's personal or professional life. His obnoxious
agent (Danny DeVito) has him writing routines for second rate
comics, Amanda has turned frigid and she's moved her equally erratic
mother (Stockard Channing) into their already crowded apartment.
His shrink rarely speaks and he's receiving advice from David Dobel
(Allen), a school teacher who's been preparing for a full time writing
career for close to 40 years.
It would be nice
to think that the film is better than this thumbnail sketch
but
it's not. The dynamics and even several characterizations have echoes
of three decades of movies from the Allen canon. However, the film feels
less like personal theft than utter desperation, or the presumably momentary
lapse of having nothing new to say or finding a unique angle to tell
a familiar yarn.
Certainly in the
past decade, Allen's films have felt more like try outs than professional
engagements. Most have invariably had intriguing elements whether it
was a unique spin on a situation or performances of humor and compassion.
And Allen is generally very good at the craft of making movies and telling
stories. Still, I can't think of a film since Husbands and Wives
in 1992 that's felt completely realized.
The new film is
also curiously lacking in charm. He has his able cast emote in a singularly
awkward and unpleasant fashion that effectively shuts out any possibility
of warming up to the various predicaments. Allen has the most difficulty
with his own role having made Biggs his screen surrogate. Dobel simply
isn't the nurturing sort or an effective mentor and the director truly
needed to tone him down as well as put weights on his arms. Allen, the
actor, has developed terrible traits and none is worse than his constantly
flailing hands.
At this very moment,
Allen is preparing to film a new movie and one cannot help but hope
it will demonstrate some of the spark and originality of Manhattan,
September or Crimes and Misdemeanors. Still one suspects
it's time for him to skip a year, reflect and do some very earnest,
painstaking and time consuming work on the movie after that.
A DreamWorks film
release of a Perdido production. Produced by Letty Aronson. Director/screenplay,
Woody Allen. Camera, Darius Khondji. Editor, Alisa Lepselter. Production
design, Santo Loquasto. Costumes, Laura Jean Shannon.
Jason Biggs (Jerry Falk), Christina Ricci (Amanda), Woody Allen (David
Dobel), Danny DeVito (Harvey), Stockard Channing (Paula), William Hill
(Psychiatrist).
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Leonard Klady