nicolas - English subs showed up on back channels. I doubt Allen would request that - I don't think he cares much and he's always been a champion of non-English cinema and Americans exposing themselves to art in other cultures. I'd formulate that it was probably the distributors who wanted it to reach a wider audience, especially if they believe Allen's audience is widely English-as-first-language, which would be fair, and likely a good business move. But who knows!
furbicide - You're reading of the film is fair, and the one I had until the final moments. I actually still share a few of your dismays, which I hope I communicated effectively (i.e. the central romance's vapidity - even if it's the point to simplify and just go with feeling, I wasn't invested in it - I'd
really like to hear from someone who was, though, because I can't imagine anyone being invested by such a short, empty thing, and I want to read that defense!)
I should probably give a brief explanation of how I consumed this film, because it may have impacted my impressions. I watched the first half mid-week, didn't make time to finish it until last night and then I watched right up until the scene I found so wonderful, that you didn't like at all. After musing over where this was obviously going, how predictable it was, how shallow - if feathery and cute - the central romance was, how familiar and mute certain characters were that should or would be 'more' in another Allen movie... I still thought it was 'fine', but then I tapped back in at the exact right moment to laugh and meditate on the great in-joke. The implausibility that irritated you absolutely delighted me, because it was the punchline of
Poupaud's Self-Made Powerful Winner's ironic existence
What you saw as a lazy shortcut, I saw as a lampoon of these kinds of movies and a marginal comment on the folly of humanity in egocentric, controlling mode, oblivious to the possibility that they could have blind spots. That lack of consideration is the blind spot to all-caps, neon-lit LIFE that Allen has adjusted to. I think that's been reflective since at least
Magic in the Moonlight onwards in the way he's doing it (conflating love and spirituality together).
I'm freely admitting to giving Allen a bit more credit than his film may deserve on its own here (what's that line about the reader doing more work than the artist, again, to "get" the point?), but hey, that's what I do! It's what I find most interesting to do with auteurs whose filmographies I've seen in total, or in Allen's case, grew up on, and have revisited every one of his films at least once - save the last two - and most of them many, many times. It's easy to say that a movie is too weak here or too overdone there, and I've rarely if ever felt the stimulation I get from writing while listing off what didn't work. That can sometimes lead to me drafting recontextualized appreciations or aggressively go after a movie for unconsciously supporting the opposite of the theme it's trying to express, but this is almost always true: Where I wind up at the end of a writeup is rarely what I'm even considering at the beginning!
I like how you connected the mother to a Rohmer character, though that comment immediately made me think of how her brief investigations were framed with an almost 'Rivette' aesthetic, though of course we know everything so the vibe of ominous but exciting mystery wasn't there. I, too, wish she had more to do, but she's also who I'm talking about when I complain about motivations and temperaments changing.
She makes some drastic proclamations in favor of ignorance before doing the opposite, then makes extreme charges and essentially 'forgets' about them to go on vacation - and hunting! - with the guy you think may have murdered someone the other day.. what!
So yeah, I totally found a way in with Poupaud, but taking time to reflect on the film between three viewings of parts helped me pay more attention to where Allen was directing his attention. It's funny because he's usually more transparent about -maybe not the points of identification- but the characters he's most invested in. Here it's weird: he's allowing the characters he shares virtues with to dissipate from his narrative, while the remaining rocks in the ripped sack weighing Allen into the waters of atheism are what I think he's targeting broadly with the project. But the oft-elided protagonists' spirits are, I think, supposed to remain and exist as a promise of what life can be if we don't become Poupaud. And that's not reflected effectively.