It’s generally a bad sign when, in a Woody Allen film, one can’t quite decide whether or not it’s supposed to be a comedy. If it can’t be determined which Allen has shown up—the Greek dramaturge or Borscht Belt shtick-meister—then the film that follows is bound to be a tedious affair. In a nutshell, this is the first and most serious problem with his newest London effort, Cassandra’s Dream, an alternately portentous and trivial drama about a couple of scheming brothers who get in over their heads when a morally compromised relative makes them an offer they can’t refuse.
Cassandra’s Dream is playing now. You can read the full review at Film Journal International.