You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger2010-09-29
by Richard von Busack
SOME WRITERS work from the ending backward, and the newest Woody Allen film, You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger, shows signs of such reverse engineering. The ending neatly matches elderly pessimism and optimism with enough tidiness to look like symmetry. Does that make up for what came before: sequences of awkwardly posed actors reciting strained lines of dialogue as if, during the customary rounds of actors’ roulette that occur during an Allen film, they hadn’t been reshaped for the new casting?
The title transforms a fortune teller’s prediction into a sentence of doom, as per the line in Cassandra’s Dream: “The only ship sure to come in has black sails.” Here is Allen’s customary theme: Given the certainty of death, how does one to conduct oneself? Better than these characters.
The film concerns the sundering of an old and apparently quite wealthy couple. Helena (Gemma Jones) and her husband, Alfie (Anthony Hopkins), have split, due to his terror of dying. He has started driving a sports car and is taking consolation with a £500-a-night prostitute named Charmaine (the wonderful Lucy Punch). Helena is seeing a psychic and drinking a bit, though Allen doesn’t understand what this boozing might entail as either comedy or drama; alcohol is not his thing.
Meanwhile, the couple’s daughter, Sally (Naomi Watts), is struggling with her own career and her desire to have a child, as her husband, Roy (Josh Brolin), wrestles with his unpublishable novel. Roy has his own obsession with a girl across the courtyard (Freida Pinto, almost audibly pleading for direction). The several subsidiary characters include Antonio Banderas looking most at sea as a renowned art dealer.
Vilmos Zsigmond is the cinematographer here, shooting London in tones of tea and cream. Punch is the salt of this movie, a leggy comedienne who makes even the minor dumb-blonde jokes sail. Allen displays her almost alarmingly, though even that display is as close to physical comedy as this movie gets. The closest to physical acting that this movie gets is a shot of Brolin walking down a street in Notting Hill during a smog-colored afternoon, buttoning his shirt over his beer gut.
Top-drawer actors lined up for even small parts. Philip Glenister (the abrasive chief of detectives on Britain’s Life on Mars), for example, looks exactly like a hawk trying to get out of this cage Allen has built. The narration by Zak Orth (by the way, someone please buy Allen a copy of Bartlett’s More Unfamiliar Quotations) describes Charmaine as “a little mechanic”; lines like these sound less wise-guy than scolding. If it’s got to the point where a director can’t see what a young person would enjoy in the lights and music of a disco, it’s time for some kind of new stimulus—an adaptation of a book, a period drama, anything but the same old chafing gang of affluent metropolitans.
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