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A blithe and chipper drawing-room comedy that, in a deliciously perverse way, plays with notions of chance and karma and very bitter irony.
A flimsy trifle, but a diverting one. Colin Firth is absolutely hilarious, and the re-creation of the 1920s French Riviera is gorgeous.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a film that looks more like the filmmaker’s midlife-crisis wish-fulfillment fantasy than this one.
Winners are indicated. I got 16/24. Pretty good, if I may say so myself.
Fans gather early for the premiere of Woody Allen’s latest film, Blue Jasmine, in Leicester Square this afternoon.
This is not necessaryily a good thing. It was going to Europe that seemed to reinvigorate him. Perhaps he has stayed invigorated.
I must choose the magnificent The Artist, for which its black-and-whiteness isn’t merely an artistic choice but inherent in its genius…
Trying to figure what is the most offensive thing about this accidental mashup of 70s Woody Allen and Sex and the City…
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