by Rohan Morbey, published on Sunday, October 7, 2012 - 9:43 AM PDT|
Written and Directed by Woody Allen.
Starring Antonio Albanese, Woody Allen, Alec Baldwin, Roberto Benigni, Penélope Cruz, Judy Davis, Jesse Eisenberg, Greta Gerwig, Alessandra Mastronardi, Ellen Page, Alison Pill and Riccardo Scamarcio.
In the Italian capital, a young couple celebrate their honeymoon, an opera director discovers a new talent in an unexpected place, an architect visits his childhood home and an unassuming clerk becomes an overnight celebrity.
After scoring his biggest box office hit ever and winning a screenwriting Oscar with last years outstanding Midnight in Paris, Woody Allens follow up effort To Rome With Love is the polar opposite. In fact, its easily his worst film for a decade.
The problem with the film lies in the story and in the writing - an issue which Allen is seldom guilty of - but in To Rome with Love he shows none of the wit and dialogue which sets him apart from every other writer in Hollywood. The characters, situations, and themes have all been explored before in similar works by the director but to infinitely greater degrees of success and the jokes are tired and rarely funny. The major problem is having Woody Allens trademark comedic dialogue delivered in Italian and subtitled on screen for half of the time; it simply does not translate and needs to be delivered in English.
The film tells four stories set in Rome which have absolutely no connection: an architect who takes a trip back to the street he lived on as a student, a young couple on their honeymoon who get separated, an opera director who has a talent for giving his productions a unique and unconventional twist, and an average working man who wakes up to find himself, inexplicably, a celebrity. The first three of these are almost without merit but the story about the man who wakes up a celebrity would have made for a good idea for a film on its own, especially with Allen as writer.
The film is set in Rome seemingly for no other reason than to continue Allens European tour, which started in London, moved on to Barcelona, and then arrived in Paris. The film serves no purpose other than to keep Allens film-per-year ratio up and looks and feels like a collection of short stories he had written long ago, none of which had the depth for a feature film of its own, so instead were blended together and released as this utter mess. Its a huge letdown from one of American cinemas few remaining legends.
Flickering Myth Rating - Film: 2 out of 4 / Movie: 2 out of 4