Match Point

I'm in two very distinct minds about this. The absence of Allens ego is refreshing for one of his films, but this is replaced with a series of belched up English cliches, vague characters who wear the lines of an often lazy script like ill-fitting suits and equally loosely defined situations. In its favour, it looks lovely, there is some well observed sardonic and slightly cruel humour, and the closing scenes are noteworthy because something actually starts happening, albeit surprising, ragingly unsubtle and hardly worth the wait. The final twist is skillfully executed, but by that point I was glad it had ended.