Irrational Man (Woody Allen, 2015). As underplayed and casually
assembled as most recent Woody Allen, with unusually lacklustre acting by Joaquin
Phoenix as the drunken, dark, seductive philosophy professor suffering the
existential blues (does the world need another book on Heidegger and the Nazis,
he sighs), this at least hits a couple of familiar points for long-term Allen
watchers: what is the role of chance? And what is the perfect murder? The thing
only really comes alive, oddly enough, when Phoenix’s Abe Lucas wrestles with
the second question.