Woody Allen's latest romp through old New York combines (among other things) a skirt-chasing insurance investigator with the charm of a rodent, a wisecracking Vassar grad who takes no guff and a nightclub hypnotist in a sequined turban who doubles as a major jewel thief. The year is 1940. The soundtrack warbles with nostalgic Duke Ellington and Harry James tunes. Thanks to the brilliant Chinese cinematographer Zhao Fei, Manhattan's art-deco office towers and smart supper clubs are bathed in shimmering gold light. The dialogue, Allen's own, seems a useful hybrid of two period icons -- hardboiled Raymond Chandler and... More >>>