
WHATEVER DOESN'T WORK
Woody Allen's career has taken a definite downturn over the last twenty years. He has retreated to directing and moved off screen in his own films, something that hasn't really helped the consistency of his recent work like Match Point, Scoop and Cassandra's Dream. In 2008 he had something of a mini-renaissance thanks to the very likeable Vicky Cristina Barcelona, which had a great cast and a very strong script. So when Whatever Works came along, I was hoping that it would continue that return to form. But unfortunately that film was just a blip and Whatever Works, starring Larry David, is horribly misconceived. David plays Boris, another Allen analogue, who lives a futile existence until he meets displaced Southerner Melody (Evan Rachel Wood). He marries her, triggering off a series of more and more improbable events until they split at the end of the film. Melody's mother Marietta (Patricia Clarkson) appears, looking for her daughter and embraces the bohemian New York lifestyle as does her estranged husband John, played by Ed Begley Jr. It's obvious that Boris and Melody are mismatched but the humour is laboured and uncomfortable here and by the time she runs off with Randy, probably the worst name for an English character ever, you are relieved. Despite some decent performances and the odd funny line, despite David seeming like an obvious successor for Allen to pass the Jewish New Yorker comedian mantle onto on the big screen, Whatever Works just doesn't. David's character is annoying and there are some idiotic sequences that just don't ring true peppered throughout the film. It was originally written for Zero Mostel and perhaps that's why it's such a total mess. David is an adequate actor but mostly he's just himself. Allen may have lost his magic touch completely now but let's hope that's not the case. File under missed opportunity…
Labels: comedy, Jewish, Larry David, Whatever Works, Woody Allen




















