Mr. Allen's fiftieth movie, as writer/director had a lot of potential to be a really sharp comedy dealing maybe with the required lightness about an underlying more ‘serious’ subject : the existence (or not) of something more than what our senses tell us about the materialistic world which surrounds us – call it it love, faith, ‘higher level of meaning’, etc. -- which cannot be scientifically proved. Good as the movie may be – with its beautiful settings in the South of France, the costumes and the period music (1928) – and Colin Firth’s fine acting skills --, I find that the lazy script missed most of its opportunities to turn into a truly memorable….. and ‘magical’ film.
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