dir. and writ. Woody Allen
feat. Woody Allen, Helena Bonham Carter, Mira Sorvino, F. Murray Abraham
An Academy Award, huh? Really!? Mighty Aphrodite is a heap of crap, a tired, pointless film that barely explores its single thoughtful notion of one doubting the source of his adopted child. The Greek chorus comes off like a recycled Mel Brooks gag, or one he disposed of, opting for better, funnier tactics when making History of the World. Were we really in such heady days back in '95 that a squeaky voiced prostitute made for great entertainment? Did people feel like they missed the boat on Pretty Woman and wanted to be sure to recognize anyone playing to such depths as being a hooker? I see it was a lean year (yeah, you know you still haven't sat through Georgia or Nixon) but c'mon.
And if I were to play the sucker, lowering all expectations, we still have a film that goes nowhere, wastes a big chunk of time on a moderately amusing, complete failure of a matchmaking attempt, then tosses off a storybook ending with a character we barely meet. But I suppose there is the important lesson Woody Allen's character learns, that... Oh right, nothing there either. So, we have annoying characters, very little comedy, and no point. Great.
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