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Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008)

Director(s): Woody Allen

Theatrical Release: 2008

Cast: Scarlett Johansson, Javier Bardem, Rebecca Hall, Penelope Cruz, Patricia Clarkson, Chris Messina

Genre(s): Drama, romance, Comedy, Dean's List

Countries: USA, Spain

Location in store: American Directors > Woody Allen

(1 / 1)
Ant Rating
Running Time: 97m.

Woody Allen's romantic drama Vicky Cristina Barcelona stars Rebecca Hall and Scarlett Johansson as best friends Vicky and Cristina. As the movie opens, the pair of twentysomethings travel to Barcelona so that Vicky can work on her post-graduate degree. The two meet the charming artist Juan Antonio (Javier Bardem), who offers to take them on a vacation and make love to them. Vicky, being a happily engaged young woman, refuses, but Cristina is eager for this life experience. A love triangle begins to coalesce, and things grow more complicated when Juan Antonio's passionate, unstable ex, Maria Elena (PenÚlope Cruz), arrives to stay after a suicide attempt. (

Member Reviews

I wanted to like it. I really wanted to like it. by C20004656 - April 20, 2009
I just couldn't. What happened, Woody Allen? Why so much telling and so little showing? What's there is fine -- the idea is fine -- all the performances are fine -- the scenes between Javier Bardem and Penelope Cruz are more than fine -- but it should have been better than fine. What ought to be nuance and character development and *dialogue* -- for God's sake, it's Woody Allen! -- are steamrolled by the flat voiceover exposition. Which sounds like it was written by a freshman creative writing student. It's Woody Allen, so I trust that was the intent. I just don't know why.

Ought to have been a painfully sexy movie, but unless the mere presence of Scarlett Johansson is enough to make it so for you (it seems to be enough for everybody but me), it just isn't.

(And sorry, who gets a master's in "Catalan Identity"? And who, going for a master's in Catalan Identity, wouldn't have bothered to become fluent in Spanish as an undergrad? And how can the ulcer that serves as a plot point in Act 1 fail to react to the quantities of wine and coffee splashed at in every subsequent act? And -- and . . . . )