E 'heartening to see how, even in old age, one can find an inspiration, a flash of youth, a relief from the heaviness of the time passing.
That 's what happened to Woody Allen's late humorist and, consequently, does also happen to the protagonist of his latest film Whatever Works.
Yelnikoff Boris is in his sixties, a former quantum physicist, who just missed the Nobel and lives in his ivory tower made of superior intelligence - completely wasted-, total chaos, misanthropy, panic and contempt for one's neighbor.
A terrible man for indulgence a mocking fate but gentle, is given a double chance to restore balance. More comforting than that ...
's alter ego speaks to us and enjoy in style train. That unique style that we liked so much lovers of prolific director, who made his fortune and returns successfully revived here as the prodigal son returns to his roots.
must admit, a bit 'nostalgic New Yorkers paranoia of its features, its bourgeois squares so paradoxical, his biting irony and surreal, we had.
Here we are rewarded by the dear old Woody that "back in delight," as they say, with a play "to Allen," where all stages his shrewd dialectical and brings a time of excess, but in a funny way, his critique of the grotesque typical range of Western humanity.
He also uses his protagonist to self-celebrated as never before, on film stating that only he (Boris / Woody) has an "overview". A
tantinello conceited, but ... Oh well, forgive him only because it made us laugh so much in the past and he succeeded once again, despite everything.
