It may be true, at the end of the city can do a lot of good guys, because Vicky Cristina Barcelona is the best movie Woody Allen has done for years. Okay, you're right, 2006 Match Point already claimed that honor and that of Allen's first film made in England, established the virtues of moving away from the too familiar territory (namely Manhattan). But the Woodman's first film made in Spain matches the ice Match Point for crisp authority, and gives a good deal more pleasure out pure. Rebecca Hall (Vicky) and Scarlett Johansson (Cristina) play two young Americans, best friends, spend a summer in Catalonia. Vicky goes to a candidate for "Catalan identity" (although his Spanish is uncertain), Cristina accepts, oh, almost everything. This includes celebrated abstract artist Juan Antonio (Javier Bardem), who is anything but abstract in its direct suggestion that the two together with him in his private plane, his travel and his bed.
Who has a crazy ex-wife Maria Elena (Penélope Cruz) who is or is not trying to kill him, it does not matter until you see a woman and ... Well, consider the possibilities.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona is not really funny, at least not in Allen's "early, funny ones", but sadly announced a spirit which finds its highest expression in the voice-over commentary for reflection. Christopher Evan Welch talks about, but certainly on behalf of the author's 73 years, this part of the film is not (as some have) uncinematic or patronizing, but it is an essential part of participation in the European literary tradition of the venerable film, a sentimental education. Instead of Bergman or Fellini, this time Allen has appealed to François Truffaut's Jules and Jim and Eric Rohmer in his Meditations on many of the game of love. The entire cast is excellent (both Hall and Johansson, not to play "the Woody part" at different points), with Bardem and Cruz especially delightful as exemplars of old-worldliness. Photo of Javier Aguirresarobe respect of every drop of Catalonian sunlight and the brilliance of Gaudi architecture. - Richard T. Jameson
Who has a crazy ex-wife Maria Elena (Penélope Cruz) who is or is not trying to kill him, it does not matter until you see a woman and ... Well, consider the possibilities.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona is not really funny, at least not in Allen's "early, funny ones", but sadly announced a spirit which finds its highest expression in the voice-over commentary for reflection. Christopher Evan Welch talks about, but certainly on behalf of the author's 73 years, this part of the film is not (as some have) uncinematic or patronizing, but it is an essential part of participation in the European literary tradition of the venerable film, a sentimental education. Instead of Bergman or Fellini, this time Allen has appealed to François Truffaut's Jules and Jim and Eric Rohmer in his Meditations on many of the game of love. The entire cast is excellent (both Hall and Johansson, not to play "the Woody part" at different points), with Bardem and Cruz especially delightful as exemplars of old-worldliness. Photo of Javier Aguirresarobe respect of every drop of Catalonian sunlight and the brilliance of Gaudi architecture. - Richard T. Jameson
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