The reviews are unanimous in their approval. Most critics call this one of Woody Allen’s funniest and most energetic comedies in years, a screwball farce set among 1920s theatre folk that satirises their pretensions without slackening the pace. The praise clusters on the cast: Dianne Wiest’s haughty leading lady Helen Sinclair is singled out again and again, with Jennifer Tilly’s Olive and Chazz Palminteri’s gangster Cheech close behind. Several critics credit the Cheech twist, a hit man who turns out to have more talent than the playwright, with lifting the film above routine backstage comedy.
The spread is narrow, running from warm to very warm, and the reservations are mild. Empire finds it a charming diversion that lacks the depth of Allen’s best work, Film Comment wishes he had chased the comic possibilities of the milieu harder, and Time Out notes some clichés and clumsy staging. Nobody argues against seeing it.
