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REVIEW: "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" |
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Written by indieWIRE
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Thursday, 14 August 2008 |
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Each review of a new, annual Woody Allen film needn't require an overarching, state-of-his-art introduction, but it's hard to fight the urge to do so. The fact that, even at this late stage in his career, America's most prolific just-off-mainstream filmmaker instigates such charged responses from so many viewers -- whether a bemused, wistful smile or a fly-swatting "feh" -- goes a long way in proving that there's still vitality here, even if it often exists in the debates around his work more than in the worlds of the films themselves. Antiquated though Allen's brand of verbose, narcissistic city-dwellers may now be (even at wishfully young ages in such films as Anything Else, Melinda and Melinda, and now Vicky Cristina Barcelona), there will always be a core of truth to their self-aware bourgeois bitterness.
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