Who knows what sense an American Pie-digging, Woodman-ignorant undergrad might make of the canned rhythms, the trilobite-era one-liners, the awkward declarative dialogue, the Catskills-resort frames of reference, the freshman philosophy.
Two Woody Allens, two kvetching, whining, neurotic incompetents bungling their lives, being taken advantage of, furiously resenting the universe, which will not notice them until it decides to kill them . . . that's one too many Woody Allens.
Joining the small list of male actors who have taken the lead in an Allen film ... Biggs also proves himself to be the least engaging, or interesting, of the lot, coming across much more like an innocent bystander than the centerpiece of an urban comedy.