Several reviewers have talked about the film’s striving for a Woody Allen kind of cleverness. Since I can’t stand Allen’s films, and find them all to be pretentiously windy and self-important (with the exception of Midnight in Paris) I should have avoided this poor knock-off.
Allen is a bloviating bore whose films are nowhere near as clever as he thinks they are and demands his audiences think them to be, but he at least tends to get first-rate actors and crew, resulting in films that look good, and offer something besides his endless narcissistic neuroticism. This film manages to capture everything that I dislike about Allen’s films, without any of the ameliorating factors. I can’t think of any reason to recommend it.