Greetings from beyond the grave… Knock once for yes and twice for no.
Would you call this film one of Woody Allen’s best?
One knock.
We do write ourselves into characters, writing what we know, but don’t you think that the delightful, big-eyed Emma Stone is too many decades the junior to our flawed likable hero Colin Firth?
Two knocks.
True, Allen would have no trouble with the age-old question, so it could be good to note Allen’s perspective walking into this film. I believe that Allen’s accolades, well deserved, should not be withheld in lieu of his life choices. That’s taking personal vendettas too far. He is a brilliant filmmaker and writer. No question. He still pushes boundaries making viewers think. I have great respect for that skill as he puts it to use.
On a similar note, Allen girls rarely resemble Bond girls. Allen’s women are bold, conversational, talented, complex, sometimes quixotic but still intelligent, sexy, and confident. Allen paints women that women don’t mind watching and can relate to. Emma Stone is no exception. She is exceptional. Wouldn’t you agree?
One knock.
This film waxes Gatsby, doesn’t it?
One knock.
Lush 20’s sets, costumes, and lighting: perfect from every feathered hat to draping beaded gown. It’s silver screen smudged hues on golden twilight backdrops transport these modern actors into a golden age of Hollywood. You expect Cary Grant to attend the party and Grace Kelly to step into the scene for a quick visit at any point.
Magic in the Moonlight is a talkie, but the lack of action is rarely felt. Audience members are allowed somehow to feel equal with the characters on-screen. Tricked and sung to, questioned and valued. The actors saunter from one room to another, adjusting bow ties pondering the weather and waxing philosophical. Allen unabashedly tackles common taboo topics like religion and politics. Perhaps like Scorcese whose seeming quest is to find himself redeemable, Allen’s obvious discussion on-screen mirrors this by asking questions of the afterlife. This film questions the existence of God, mankind’s purpose on the planet, the truth in daily living, and the romance of magic.
Is he perhaps squeezing the brain to make room for the heart?
Three knocks.
Wait – what does that mean? Don’t you know? Okay, spirit from beyond, one final question:
Do you think that since Woody Allen’s last two films took place in France in the 20’s, that we can dare hope for a trilogy of sorts?
One knock.
Wonderful! Thank you so much, kind spirit, for the interview from beyond. Until next time…
Splatter: on FILM 
Mother just commented, “Nicely done! Good use of the movie in the review.”
Father just commented, “Really well written.”
I say, “Such fun. You are a benefactress!”
wonderful….loved this film
although there were only 7 or 8 audience sitting in the cinema, but we could not stop laughing. And if you want to tell the truth, make people laugh. That’s always what I learnt from Allen’s movies.