Woody Allen has gone mad!!!!!

Rating: 3/10 (10 February 2006)

I can't think too hard right now...I'm watching the San Antonio Spurs beat the New Jersey Nets...it's Friday...I finished classes earlier today...and I haven't moved in like 4 hours, so needless to say, I'm a tad groggy.
Thankful I am that Match Point, Woody Allen's only critically praised movie in my state of intellectual existence, is a pile of generic garbage glazed ever so lightly with enough cheap high-art ploys that certain individuals actually enjoyed it beyond it's dry dialogue and dreadful plot development.
I swear on my DVD copy of Manhattan that this movie's plot development is one of the most agonizing experiences in recent memory. Actually, it's laughable.
Like many others have expressed, I too have no strength to write a proper review of this movie. I just want to bring the rating down from an undeserving 8 out of 10!!!
Nothing that happens in this movie is believable, including the fact that critics say "Woody is Back!". This movie is a bad day. It's one of those "days" where unbelievable occurrences keep happening and happening, creating an excruciating pain deep in your stomach.
Don't believe anyone who praises this movie...they in love with it's sleek British sexiness. This movie has no heart, it's not funny, and it tells no truth about the human condition (despite an overt attempt by Woody Allen early on, at establishing Chris Wilton's (main character) philosophy about luck playing a largely significant role in the outcome of life......ooooohhhhhhhhh Match Point!) The aforementioned philosophy quickly dissipates and gives way to the obvious route of the plot: the incredibly trite tale of seductress lures impressionable (humble by social-status, but this isn't true at all) male. That is the interesting part. The last 30-45 minutes are horribly painful, as FAR TOOOOOOO MUCH TIME IS SPENT ON WHAT THE TWO MAIN CHARACTERS ARE GOING TO DO ABOUT THE AFFAIR. Let me give you an example of the final 30 to 45 minutes of Match Point:
Chris: I lust for you! Nola: You're married
Sex
Chris: I desire you! Nola: Me too!
Sex
Chris: I must have you! Nola: Where is this going! Chris: ............
Sex
Chris: I really must have you now! Nola: I need to know this is for sure! Chris: I'll tell her in a week
Sex
Chris: I'll tell her next week.
Sex
Chris: We're at the country house, I'll tell her when we get back.
Sex (a day later)
Nola: I WANT TO BE WITH YOU! WHY WON'T YOU TELL HER?!?!? Chris: I don't know, what do you want from me?!?! Nola: I'm pregnant.
Sex
Nola: What say you!!!! Chris: I'll leave my wife tomorrow.
Sex
So basically this keeps going on, while all the while Chris comes to the insane conclusion that he must take deadly actions....oooooohhh, I wonder what it could be. Maybe it's so tough to figure out since tales of affair never end up in anyone's eternal demise.
This movie is a joke of a story, and Woody Allen doesn't deserve the praise. He was once a freaking genius, but much like Mic Jagger, he has held on somehow, and let critics tolerate him long enough to eventually feel enough pity for him to utter the words of praise.