I've never seen a Woody Allen movie before, and if Match Point is his new gold standard, I won't be seeing one again. For all the hoopla this movie has received, I was expecting a lot from it.

I have to say, I was very disappointed.

The film was moderately suspenseful and I was quite shocked by the lengths in which Jonathan Rhys Meyers went to get rid of the Scarlett Johannson character, but beyond that, there was nothing inspired or profound in this story. (Spoilers ahead!) Boy meets girl. Boy fucks girl. Girl tells him to beat it, so boy marries other girl. Boy meets girl again and fucks her again. She's got nothing going on, so girl goes along with it. Boy tires of girl and kills her. Whoop-de-doo.

I know rather more about opera than the average person, and for most of the time in this movie, I felt like I had a better grasp on it than Woody Allen himself. The duet during the climax? Slightly distracting. Couldn't he have just gone with an interlude or prelude or something? Benjamin Britten's music was written for scenes like that.

Sorry, I know I'm getting incoherent. I started this entry more than a week ago, and it's been a long time since I thought much about it. I guess that's the crux of my indifference towards this film: I was left with nothing to think about when it was over.