I’m not going to get into the whole discussion of writer/director Woody Allen’s career in this review of his latest movie Vicky Cristina Barcelona. It’s kind of useless and puts VCB unfairly up against Allen’s classic films.
Judged on its own merits, then, Vicky Cristina Barcelona is a very enjoyable and entertaining movie with a handful of top notch performances and a story that, while you can probably easily see what’s coming, still holds your interest throughout.
Vicky and Cristina are two friends who, for their own reasons, wind up taking a two month vacation together to Barcelona, where they’ll be staying at the house of one of their distant relatives. Vicky is a tragic romantic, always looking for the drama in a relationship and always seeking excitement. Cristina, on the other hand, is more sensible about love and is engaged to a nice, safe, reliable and successful guy back in New York City.
While in Barcelona the two meet Juan Antonio, an artist who they find out has an ex-wife who is emotionally unstable, with whom he had a torrid romance filled with great passion both good and bad. While Vicky is immediately drawn to him, Cristina wants nothing to do with him, especially since he’s so forward about his intentions to get both of them into bed.
To map out the path these characters take would necessarily spoil the plot of the movie. While some moments seem a bit contrived most of the story follows a path that, at least for these characters, seems genuine and that helps the viewer’s enjoyment. Most all of the performances, especially that of Javier Bardem, are great and they all seem to inhabit the characters, something that helps their actions seem very natural.
The one glaring exception, as usual, is Scarlett Johansson as Vicky. The poor girl…she really can’t do a single thing. The narration that is heard throughout the film, I’m convinced, was deemed necessary solely because Johansson is not capable of actually expressing an emotion. She’s just blank. She stares off into the distance and, were it not for the narrator explaining her character’s emotions, it would be hard to tell if she were longing for a more exciting romantic adventure or just wondering if she should have Ranch of Italian dressing on her salad at lunch. I’ve never been a huge fan, but this movie is probably the most glaring example in her filmography of just how incapable she actually is of expressing her character’s emotional journey. In other films she’s been helped by her other actors that have prodded things along and picked up the slack and here it’s the narrator that carries her water.
Other than my problems with Johansson’s performance - and your milage may vary depending on your tastes - Vicky Cristina Barcelona is a very good film that shows Allen as a writer/director still has a lot of life left in him.
The movie’s DVD release contains just the film. That’s been the case with all the DVDs from the director, who apparently feels extremely strongly about including no bonus material that would go inside the filmmaking process or anything along those lines. Still well worth picking up if you’re a fan of Allen or are just looking for a good exploration of romance and relationships.
