Review by Pamela Zoslov
Woody Allen, who
has just released his 43rd film,
TO ROME WITH LOVE,
has become like that aged uncle you remember from your childhood
for his brilliant sense of humor, but whose increasingly feeble jokes
you now laugh at out of polite nostalgia. He remains a formidable
filmmaker — last year's MIDNIGHT IN PARIS was
a thoroughgoing success — but his insistence on making a film every
year means that lately there are more misses than hits, and the
misses are all the more disappointing.
TO ROME WITH LOVE, set in the colorful
Italian capital because backers put up the money for it to be shot
there, is based on a collection of half-developed ideas Allen had
tucked away in his desk drawer. The randomness (and mustiness) of the
stories is evident.
