Fortunately for the film, Carlo Mirabella-Davis continually springs scenes that either transcend or justify his preaching.
The too-dark lensing is an ideal match for Allen’s sequences of marital and amorous discord.
The film pushes itself beyond shrill predictability in its willingness to indict the public and familial histories at its core.
The Big Wedding couldn’t possibly be more square.
Fox’s Blu-ray of Allen’s swooniest neurotic romance has plenty of slate-gray panache for the film’s legions of ardent devotees.
It’s not surprising that deducing the mysterious bad guy’s identity is as easy as spotting which actor seems most bored.
The film has absolutely no pulse, kind of like this review.