On July 8th, I was bored. I didn’t want to go home and listen to the Mets lose another game. It was too hot to go home to my air condition-less apartment, so I decided to go and watch a movie.
There really wasn’t anything out that I was dying to see. I wanted to watch a couple of foreign films but I was tired from work and didn’t feel like concentrating on subtitles.
I went to the uptown theater where I was hoping that something would catch my fancy and the only movie that was playing within thirty minutes of my arrival was Woody Allen’s Whatever Works.
Lately, I keep getting reminded of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. Just because you can, should you? In this case, no. There is no redeemable reason why this thirty year old script should have ever been produced. The plot is mundane, the acting pedestrian, the affronts to the audience annoying, and the negative NYC Jewish stereotypes old-fashioned.
Larry David isn’t a movie actor and it shows. His Curb Your Enthusiasm style humor just doesn’t work here. The only saving grace of the movie for me was Henry Cavill (one of the actors from The Tudors). Why Mr. Allen could have Melody fall in love with an American actor is still beyond my understanding.
This is a movie worth skipping. If you must watch, wait for it to come out on the small screen. Now I know why Woody Allen was so incensed about the American Apparel ads; he needed the money to cover the lack of funds he will receive on this bomb.
I rate this movie four watches.
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