Cafe Society (Woody Allen, 2016). The umpteenth offering from Allen starts like gangbusters, gets by on sumptuous Vittorio Storaro photography, and has some one-liners that suggest the Woodman has been been sharpening some pencils lately. Still feels like a collection of sketches, some of them amusing, few of them fully rounded. Nice that some good stuff goes to mostly peripheral characters. It was the opening night movie of the Seattle International Film Festival, which is now officially on.
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