When invited to view a pre-screening of the new Woody Allen directed movie, I was thrilled. I wouldn’t say I’m particularly a fan of Allen, but I’ve been itching for a good comedy for a while and was hoping “Whatever Works” would scratch that itch … instead it gave me a rash.
The movie started off fine. The first part had plenty of laughs, though they were usually “amused chuckles” more than “uncontrollable gawfaws”. Still, I was in the mood to laugh and it sporadically complied with my wish, so half way through the movie I was pleased. Then the proverbial manure hit the air ventilation system in a big way.
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