A truly atrocious film

Rating: 1/10 (6 February 2009)

This has to be the most over rated piece of trash in the noughties with Paul Haggis awful Crash.
I simply cannot believe this film was hailed as Woody Allen's return to form. Everything in this film is awful. The film is a postcard of London which reflects nothing about London's social life, but the character on J R Meyer's wife obsession with being pregnant.
The story is a terrible vaudeville, a bad Patricia Highsmith kind of thriller with idiotic metaphors about tennis and luck. It's so moronic you can't even laugh about it.
Jonathan R Meyer is unwatchable and is so expressionless it's painful to watch. The detectives stupidity and dialogues are beyond belief, a shame in the mouth of usually brilliant Ewan Bremmer. Scarlett Johanson is sure very pretty, but she has not a chance to act and is seen 20 minutes in the film.
Pretending to rank that horrible film with Woody Allen's masterpieces like Annie Hall or Interiors is beyond me.
As a TV movie is wouldn't be to bad to experience, you don't take it seriously and you quickly forget about the mediocrity, but as a Woody Allen film and with all the good reviews it received it's just really annoying. This film does not bear any trace of autheurism, it could have been done by any hawker really.