Directed by Woody Allen, U.S.A. I’ve enjoyed lots of Woody Allen movies, but was a little underwhelmed by this one. A plotless, nostalgic recreation of the late thirties and early forties, the main strand of the film presents the family of our narrator, Joe. A secondary, unrelated, strand recounts the story of a wannabe radio star played by Mia Farrow. That’s more or less it. For the first time with an Allen movie, I was a little too aware of (and even annoyed by) those overly-familiar signatures: the affected dialogue, the physical gesturing, the signposted one-liners. Don’t start here if you’re new to Woody. 3/5.
MOVIES THAT DIE SCREAMING 