Often the characters in Vicky Cristina Barcelona sound like they’re channeling Woody Allen, as they do in all his films. It’s either going to be annoying or feel giddily familiar. His is a distinct voice, a witty stuttering affect that trips and falls over an entertaining neurotic monologue. For me, I’m of the giddily familiar crowd. I smile as soon as I recognize the patter he has perfected over decades of filmmaking.
The familiar Woody Allen themes arise in Vicky—cheating spouses, ruminations on art, attempts at existentialism. And the same archetypal characters also return, the smooth-talking Lothario, the restless young muse, and discontented people everywhere. Continue reading Vicky Cristina Barcelona