clanger central

Rating: 1/10 (30 January 2006)

my god can no one see sense? this film made me want to vomit from all the clichés that were being shoved down the audience's throats. the family might as well have said 'what ho!' and 'old fruit!' every now and then.
apart from that, most of the clichés were true - how many upper class English families are ridiculously rich and go to the opera and genuinely enjoy it? it just doesn't happen. ho hum, go on say woody Allen is creating a world for himself but that still doesn't excuse the appalling wooden dialogue and seemingly under rehearsed performances. the lines kept overlapping each other and not in a natural way, in a way that said 'let's not bother trying to act' whats more, our tennis hero has to be portrayed as intellectual so of course we are shown the most ostentatiously intellectual author anyone with no education can recognise...Dostoevsky. and then just to make the clanger even worse, it is mentioned later that the clichéd intellectual upper class father just happened to have a very interesting conversation with him about said ostentatious author.
what are you doing, woody Allen, placing such a terrible actor in the centre of the film? god, he cant act and thinking about it makes me seethe that i had to pay a good five pounds and waste two and a half hours of my watching this rubbish.
pretentious, preposterous rubbish. interesting theme of luck but that is about it. do not waste you time.