Robin Williams is not good here, it doesn’t work, he’s annoying. Glenn Close and John Lithgow are the only reasons to watch this film. In short, it feels itself more groundbreaking than it actually is.
Fuck the haters. This is a such a funny, brilliant film, one of Woody’s best ever. I laughed and smiled for 90 minutes. There isn’t a mediocre or bad scene in sight, and Allen’s comments on the fate of cinema, modern relationships, nostalgia, life’s disappointing expectations and the great legacy of his favorite filmmakers are present here in a way that only enhance his own legacy as a writer and director, without a trace of presumptuousness. For someone who has…