Whatever Works Reviews

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June 19, 2009
The idea of wedding Woody Allen's comic persona (the introverted nebbish) to Larry David's (the entitled jerk) sounds promising on paper, but as Boris portentously observes just before his unsuccessful suicide attempt, life doesn't take place on paper.
June 19, 2009
My problem with Whatever Works is not that the premise is a wee bit familiar. Rather, it's that the delivery is off.
June 19, 2009
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June 18, 2009
One would think Allen had worked though his on-screen fascination with the older man-young girl scenario by now. This latest exploration just feels derivative and musty.
June 18, 2009
Whatever Works feels like something out of time and, worse, out of step.
June 18, 2009
Dusting off an ancient script intended for Zero Mostel three decades ago, Allen tweaks the material enough to supply David with bilious rants about the stupidity and meaninglessness of man and the universe.
June 18, 2009
Whatever Works is a slapdash composition built around a single note.
June 17, 2009
The fact that Allen wrote the script in the '70s explains something about why his newest movie feels so old.
June 17, 2009
The movie was emblematic of his output of late -- slight plots, slighter characters, lackadaisical storytelling that recycles enough of the neuroses-fueled charm of his earlier films to keep the Woody Allen machine in business.
June 17, 2009
The worst thing about Woody's latest is Larry David.
June 17, 2009
Whatever Works is a dubious idea at best, but when nothing works, it's time to throw out the script and move on to omething that does.
June 16, 2009
Whatever Works illustrates, even as it names, Allen's artistic limitations.
June 16, 2009
Whatever Works is a fun and funny sit, a dose of old-school Allen ladled on top of a new New York that, after all these years, still needs him.
June 15, 2009
This is pretty broad stuff, but Clarkson is so much more vital and amiable than anyone else that you instantly root for her.
June 8, 2009
In small doses, [David] turns the narcissistic jerk into a hipster. But as an actor he has no equipment for suggesting a conflicted inner life: It's all just straight to the camera, uninflected bombast.
April 24, 2009
The Woodman's return to New York after a four-year European sojourn finds him working very familiar territory much less fruitfully than in the past.
April 24, 2009
While Allen's screenplay features plenty of amusing one-liners...its tired handling of so many overly familiar themes eventually proves enervating.
April 24, 2009
Though stuffed with witty one-liners and wondrously convoluted tirades, this far-fetched, deliberately artificial game of musical chairs...feels forced, often losing itself in excess verbiage.
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