Café Society (Woody Allen, 2016). The annual Woody
Allen film is nearly beyond criticism by now. This time: period nostalgia
(Hollywood, gangsters) and an almost pleasantly underpowered love triangle in
which passion, anguish or despair seem to be entirely absent. Call it a sketch
of an idea of an experiment about a story about life, which isn’t necessarily a
bad thing. But in a year, will you even remember which one this was?