Rifkin's Festival

The possibility exists, of course, that Allen still has another masterpiece or two left but, with every middling effort like A Rainy Day in New York or Rifkin's Festival, it can be difficult to hold the faith.

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.

A flat, lukewarm glass of Spanish sidra without anything to recommend it beyond the lovely San Sebastian scenery and the fact that it is what is alleged to be Woody Allen's next to last film. Ever.

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]