I couldn't remember the title of this Woody Allen comedy the morning after I watched it. It isn't terrible, it's not unfunny, it's just meager. At its core, the movie concerns Mira Sorvino as a nasal-voiced prostitute whose baby was adopted by Woody Allen and his wife, Helena Bonham Carter; curious, he tracks her down and she gets him confused with a customer. It's not enough to build a 90-minute movie on, nor is it helped by the padding (Woody's Manhattan marriage to Carter--a bad choice--and a literal Greek chorus who chime in once in a while). Sorvino won an Oscar, and indeed she really perks things up, but this is a silly role with few dimensions. Disposable Woody Allen used to be better than most other movies around, but here even the Woodman is down for the count. *1/2 from ****
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