A Rainy Day in New York review – misogyny bathed in nostalgia
about 5 years in The guardian
Woody Allen’s romantic comedy starring Elle Fanning is the work of a director who has lost touch with reality
In Woody Allen’s latest offering, Gen Z heart-throb Timothée Chalamet plays a character named Gatsby Welles. This is only the film’s first red flag. Though A Rainy Day in New York is set in present-day Manhattan, college student Welles is not a modern man. He loves “a cocktail lounge piano” and prefers vintage cigarette holders to the vape pens held by his peers. Ever the gentleman, he volunteers as tour guide to his prim pageant queen girlfriend Ashleigh (Elle Fanning), who is in town to interview middle-aged film director Roland Pollard (Liev Schreiber) for their school paper. She ditches Gatsby for a more mature set of chaperones, including a screenwriter (Jude Law) and a Hollywood actor (Diego Luna), who she charms with her naivety and adorable tics, such as a tendency to hiccup when “sexually conflicted”. Cut to a leering “comedy” set piece as Fanning is locked out of Luna’s apartment in her bra and pants. Characters and storylines appear to have been chosen at random by a Woody Allen meme generator.
The film’s B-plot involves Chalamet avoiding his mother, and reconnecting with an ex’s sparky younger sister (Selena Gomez). Gomez’s smoky, sardonic delivery is wonderful. The same cannot be said for Chalamet, who spends the film shrugging his shoulders, his head shrinking into his neck like an affected, embarrassed turtle. Continue reading...