Woody Allen's 'To Rome With Love:' A throwaway
This film image released by Sony Pictures Classics shows Ellen Page as Monica, left, and Jesse Eisenberg as Jack in a scene from "To Rome With Love." Credit: AP
On his working tour of Europe's capitals, Woody Allen finally takes a snooze with "To Rome With Love." Ostensibly an ode to the Eternal City, it feels more like a dashed-off postcard to remind us that the director is still alive.
A collection of narrative scraps ranging from romantic comedy to magic realism, "To Rome with Love" is not without charm, and Allen still has new jokes to crack about his favorite topics (fidelity, celebrity, artistic integrity). But he's so inattentive that his actors seem to be directing themselves. Some do a great job: Penélope Cruz simmers as a saucy prostitute, newcomer Alessandra Mastronardi is enchanting as a deceptively demure schoolteacher and the bouncy Roberto Benigni (in an unrelated story line) is irresistible as an anonymous schmo who becomes famous for no reason.
Others, however, look lost or simply forgotten. Alec Baldwin and Jesse Eisenberg, playing versions of the same character, visibly search around for help; Greta Gerwig is wasted as a generic girlfriend. (Ellen Page, though miscast as the seductress in that triangle, gets by on her offbeat charm.) Allen himself is on autopilot as a neurotic music producer who discovers a brilliant singer (Italian tenor Fabio Armiliato, gamely spoofing his profession), while a very funny Judy Davis, as Allen's exasperated wife, easily outguns her director.
Even by Allen's standards, "To Rome With Love" is a throwaway. But there's always next year.
