Cassandra's Dream

Over at Pajiba, I consider Woody Allen's latest, which I liked. As always on the site, you don't have to look far for a dissenting opinion. Commenter "reesy" writes: "John, I normally love your reviews, but are you kidding me? I saw Cassandra's Dream and wanted to stab someone less than 10 minutes in." At least he or she normally love my reviews. Another unhappy commenter compares Woody Allen to Garrison Keillor. Garrison Keillor?! Kids these days. Or is it old folks (like me) these days?

Here's how the review starts:

Woody Allen’s best movies — Annie Hall, Manhattan, Hannah and Her Sisters — have been comedies flavored with genuine anguish. The laughs come when people can’t decide what they want, can’t effectively love or be loved, or can’t fend off a paralyzing fear of death. It’s no surprise, then, that when Allen tells ostensibly more tragic stories, a whiff of the comic trails along. In his psychological thrillers — like Crimes and Misdemeanors, Match Point, and his latest, Cassandra’s Dream — characters bumble their way through crimes they’re not constitutionally equipped to commit. Like his bookish romantics, Allen’s criminals can’t get life straight.