If I ever saw a worse film than this, I have forgotten all about it, so for the moment this holds the unchallenged title, all-time worst film.
Nothing wrong with the performances, although how Penelope Cruz was adjudged an Oscar winner is another of life's mysteries.
The story-line is silly, but what utterly sinks the film is its redundant and banal voice-over, which seems to be aimed at very slow-witted six-year-olds.
A typical line is 'They bought some pastries at a shop in the middle of town, which were very delicious". Apart from the clunky sentence structure, which would have been corrected by any six-year-old's primary school teacher, it is never explained from whose point of view the voice over is being delivered (and in whose opinion those pastries were delicious).
This patronising tone keeps up right to the end, confirming just how far the writer Woody Allen has sunk from his glory days, with every mood swing being described, as if the actors aren't good enough to convey them.
Beware the soundtrack music too, twee, vapid and endlessly irritating. Not even a classic from Pacio de Lucia can rescue it, no matter how many times they reprise it (which is very often).
Tosh
