Phlogiston

What a disappointment. The film felt like it was trying desperately to be another Annie Hall but comes nowhere near. Christina Ricci was never prettier than she was in this, but that does nothing to rescue what was ultimately a directionless and rather pointless film. At 108 minutes it really dragged along, too. Of course it has its moments, it’s a Woody Allen film and I don’t think he’s capable of making something dreadful, but I can’t think of anything to really recommend about it, other than the sight of Christina Ricci in just a vest and knickers. (And, here’s a tip for you guys: apparently girls don’t really like it if you keep pausing and rewinding the film to get a better look at scantily clad starlets. I have no idea why.)