I just saw Woody Allen’s newest film, Match Point. Stop reading if you don’t want any (minor) spoilers.

It’s being called his best film in years, and it is, although I would have enjoyed it more if it weren’t a remake of his very own Crimes and Misdemeanors. It’s set in London instead of New York, but it still has the earmarks of Woody Allen: there are some very talky scenes and the characters are interested in high culture. He still doesn’t know how to write women, so he lets his misogynistic tendencies take over – Scarlett Johansson’s character is inconsistently written, and she inexplicably becomes nagging and annoying halfway through the film. Up until then, I loved the movie; from then on, I didn’t buy or like what was happening. However, the movie is saved by a great final twist.

Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is even hotter than he was in Bend it Like Beckham, but I am in love with Matthew Goode. And Penelope Wilton is terrific.

And so my week of movies continues.