As a longtime fan of Woody Allen’s I looked forward to the DVD release of his latest film, “You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger.”
But what a disappointment. After creating fascinating problems confronting the characters, the film abruptly stops.
For example:
*Does Naomi Watte’s character get the financing from her mother for the art gallery she so desperately wants? We never know.
*Does Brogan’s character get caught for stealing another writer’s work? We never know.
*Does Anthony Hopkins’ character find out if the baby is his? We never know. *Does he dump his call-girl wife who is tormenting him? We never know.
*Does the real writer of the stolen book stay in a coma or recover? we never know.
No other writer could get away with such lazy plotting.
I miss the creator of the brilliant morality tale, Crimes & Misdemeaners. Annie Hall, who in Allen’s hands became nothing less than a culture-icon. Match Point, the dazzling rendition of the random, absurd power of luck.
What happened to our Woody? Getting old? Too much psychoanalysis?
His young wife wearing him out?
