eh, it didn't completely work for me. it seemed very by-the-numbers, the actors going through the motions. from a kiss to "shall we go to your place or mine?" geez, let's move the plot along, shall we? i didn't buy the attraction between the tennis dude and the american girl. it seemed contrived. in a wheat field in the rain? then she turns from wanting to relegate it to an isolated incident to being psychotic about him (granted, she went back home for a spell, so some time passed). the overarching story and most details i was cool with, except for those two characters and their fling. it was also interesting that that was one of the few woody allen movies in which he didn't play a part. he's kinda like clint eastwood in that regard.
i liked the british tone. it reminded me of another couple of british movies about adultery (are all british movies about that?): damage with jeremy irons and juliette binoche and separate lies with tom wilkinson, emily watson and rupert everett. i liked the latter the most. i bought into the acting more. i dig wilkinson.
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