It was films like this that caused some to give up on Woody Allen in the early '80s, an unfair decision given the high quality of Zelig, Broadway Danny Rose, and The Purple Rose of Cairo, but one not entirely without justification. This is Allen by numbers: Choose a master to follow (in this case Bergman's Smiles of a Summer Night), hire a world-class cinematographer to make it look good (here Gordon Willis), assemble an appealing cast, and let them talk, talk, talk. Allen's handle on whimsy has never been particularly strong (see also Alice) and it doesn't serve him well here, nor do the rather forced period jokes or the arbitrary feel to the various couplings and uncouplings. Not a bad film by any stretch of the imagination, but an awfully familiar one nonetheless.
by Keith Phipps review