Woody Allen delivers his modern masterpiece with this surreal yet melancholic comedy that focuses on time travel and nostalgia. The entire cast is superb, with stand out performances from Rachel McAdams in her bitchiest role since Mean Girls, and Corey Stoll as Ernest Hemingway. The writing for the film is really what makes it a special experience, with the main character questioning his relationship and his place in the modern day. It’s a fantastically creative piece that will please those who are fans of literature and romance films. It is groundbreaking in a delicate but dignified manner.
The main problem with this film is the source material. Dan Brown is one of the worst writers of the modern age, and so the film essentially falls over before even reaching the first hurdle. I really like Ron Howard as a director but even he can’t make a good film from something as self important and tedious as a Dan Brown novel. All other elements are mediocre at best, from the acting down to the cinematography there is nothing impressive or even noteworthy. It’s just unintelligent and uninteresting drivel that is not entertaining in any shape or form.
Remakes are always troublesome, but why would you choose to remake such a fantastic film? If this is what modern cinema audiences want, a badly made horror film void of any substance, then this film is truly groundbreaking, for it is the defining evidence to support the prophecy of many film critics that cinema is slowly dying. Director Samuel Bayer takes Wes Craven’s genius, cuts out the innards, blowtorches the carcass and then pisses on the remains. Congratulations to producer Michael Bay for another critical attack on modern cinema, and the public execution of a masterpiece. Fucking Moron.