Hollywood Ending

Let’s face it, it’s blind, egotistical and ludicrous of writer/director Woody Allen to cast himself as the lead in a film where the leading lady is young, beautiful, sophisticated and played by Tea Leoni. But most of that can be said of nearly every film he’s ever made, and thus his films work when he plays a character who proves by his very behavior that he’s blind, egotistical and ludicrous. Then you love him because you know him, so you can sit back and enjoy the film. This one’s no different, for although the inside jokes for filmmakers grow a little tiresome and Allen’s neurotic stuttering can drag on like dental floss along an infected gum, he saves the flattering angles for New York City, and the disparaging ones for himself ... and George Hamilton.