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A review of Scoop (PG-13)

click to enlarge Woody Allen is out of tricks.
  • Woody Allen is out of tricks.

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In Woody Allen's new film, Scoop, a character keeps coming back from the dead because he's convinced he still has worthwhile information to impart. If I suspected for a moment that the Woodman were self-aware enough for the irony to be intentional, I'd give the guy a standing ovation.

Hey, I don't begrudge a man his attempt at an artistic livelihood just because he's crossed into his 70s. But watching this once-great filmmaker flounder behind the camera over the last decade is like those images of Willie Mays stumbling through the outfield at the end of his career, too stubborn to ride gracefully into the sunset with his Hall of Fame credentials.

Allen casts Scarlett Johansson as his leading lady for a second time, here playing an American journalism student named Sondra visiting family friends in England.

It's unlikely, however, that J-school ethics professors would approve of her preferred method of getting a story: sleeping with whomever she wants to get information out of. She doesn't seem particularly bright, and doesn't even grasp why she is diving into journalism rather than the family orthodontic practice. Allen's high regard for the female gender remains intact.

Yet for some inexplicable reason, Sondra is the preferred recipient of veteran reporter Joe Strombel's (Ian McShane of "Deadwood") message from beyond the grave. He's got a hot afterlife tip that upper-class scion Peter Lyman (Hugh Jackman) may be the still-at-large, prostitute-murdering Tarot Card Killer about whom the Fleet Street headlines are screaming. And with the help of her feminine wiles and magician Sidney Waterman (Allen), Sondra is determined to find out the truth.

Scoop finds Allen attempting to return to frothy comedy with a suspense twist. His comedic touch, however, has ossified to the point where nothing funny can grow organically out of the situations he creates.

Supporting characters are left to stand around delivering the obvious set-ups for vaudeville-style gags on homophones for Trollope and Reubens, and there is none of the visual humor that characterized some of Allen's best work. The movie just sits there, daring you to find a reason for its existence.

The same can be said for the roles played by Jackman and McShane. Actors continue to trip over their entourages for a chance to grab one of Allen's your-lines-only scripts, but at this point it's hard to understand why.

Jackman and McShane are given absolutely nothing to do here but deliver leaden expository dialogue. They serve a plot function, and never remotely come to life as characters. Strombel may fade in and out of sight literally, but even when visible he practically blends into the wallpaper.

Woody Allen keeps going, but only because he works cheap and brings an audience still hoping he can return to form. He has nothing new to say, and the old things he insists on saying over and over again aren't amusing or interesting.

It's depressing watching a guy who made some of the funniest, most trenchant movies of the '70s, '80s and '90s become so utterly inconsequential. He's American cinema's Say Hey Kid, dropping pop fly after pop fly until you just have to turn your head away.

  • A review of Scoop (PG-13)

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