Rifkin's Festival

It really feels like Woody restlessly needing to make a movie, even if there's less and less interest in watching it.

Allen's direction, with Vittorio Storaro lensing, is typically fluid. If you're at all inclined to view this movie, you'll find it's very easy to take in.

Woody Allen's 49th feature, "Rifkin's Festival," is arguably his worst.

It's tempting to view "Rifkin's Festival" as a final referendum on a once universally admired filmmaker. In reality, it's merely another halfhearted effort, the kind we've seen from Allen many times before.

For his 49th feature film, Allen returns to a well that is not so much dry as desiccated.

In the end, the film doesn't feel like it's about very much at all. It's a throwaway movie, a bit of filler in the Woody Allen canon.

While the film is likely to have critics pining for their next film festival trip, Rifkin’s Festival is more likely to win the Palme D’Oh than the Palme D’Or.

Rifkin’s Festival features a surprising twist on the usual Allen formula...there’s actually a fair amount of humility.

The jokes don't achieve the intended impact... Melancholy ends up beating comedy. [Full review in Spanish]

Absolutely derivative. [Full review in Spanish]