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Re: *** Official VICKY CRISTINA BARCELONA Review Thread
I saw Vicky Cristina Barcelona last night and was very pleasantly surprised.
To qualify my review a bit, I have been a Woody Allen fan for most of my adult life. Manhattan remains one of my favorite movies of all time. The first new Woody Allen film I saw was Alice, when I was in high school. And until last year's Cassandra's Dream, I sought out each new Allen film in the theater, which, with limited release, is not always easy.
For me, Husbands and Wives is Allen's last true masterpiece, though I loved Deconstructing Harry and appreciated Match Point. Manhattan Murder Mystery, while Annie Hall lite, is just fun to watch. I think that everything else in the post Farrow era have been, to varying degrees, failures. And lately the proposition of a Woody Allen film has been one of diminishing returns—I know I should rush out to see one, but that old magic is gone.
Which brings me to Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Is it a masterpiece? No.
But it feels, for the first time in a long time, that Woody has something to say. The film isn't really a drama or a comedy, but it's both funny and serious. The acting is uniformly excellent—particularly Cruz, Hall and Bardem. I was less enamored with Johansson, but her performance here is more natural than in either Scoop or Match Point.
The dynamic between Cruz and Bardem is excellent, particularly in Spanish, which I've read was mostly improvised. On the other hand, the English dialogue remains unnatural, for me.
Watching older Allen films the actors don't seem like they're reciting, but for a film made in 2008 the dialogue, if not stilted, is novelistic. The cadence of the characters' speech is weirdly unnatural. Perhaps it's Allen's history as a playwright, but the delivery is jarring when spoken by 20-somethings.
Some of the people I saw the film with also found the narration off-putting, but it wasn't bothersome to me.
While the film can't hold a candle to Manhattan as a valentine, its love of Europe—and particularly Spain—come across well, without seeming like a travelogue.
Despite the sometimes jarring language, what surprised me most about this film how relevant it seemed. Some of the things that spoke to me: Bardem's poet father—and his reason for not publishing his work, the subtly highlighted difference between European and American cultures—particularly in how Allen addressed his hostility to technology, and finally the bittersweet ending.
While definitely not a perfect film, it was a pleasant surprise. It gave me a bit of faith that Woody can still be relevant, just maybe not once every year.
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