Live every day like it’s your last, and one day you’ll be right.
— a character in Woody Allen’s Café Society
Why do Woody Allen’s recent movies end like that?
Why do they just seem to stop — as if the director realized he was running out of time and it would take at least an hour to untangle the mess he’s thrown his characters into but uh-oh, he doesn’t have the time or the budget so, rather than compromise with a manufactured ending, he just stops.
Sometimes, he can get away with it, but not here. No, no, no. Self refuses to accept that this ending “works.”
About the performances: Jesse Eisenberg, it’s almost a physical transformation. Is the actor really that skinny, that stooped, that — plain?
Kristen Stewart — not nearly as convincing as the California object of men’s desires. J-Law could have done this part, in her sleep. And she would have nailed it, too.
Blake Lively — her part was sooo under-written but she did her best with the little she was given.
Steve Carell — okay, you were good. So good that self hated you. Almost all the way through.
And Corey Stoll — Self knows. Corey who? But, what a performance. Scary and convincing. Watch for it.
Cinematography — aced. The settings were so beautifully framed, in almost every shot.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.