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But whoever said the British were really European?
This is a reductionist and retrograde approach, I'm sure, to reduce Woody Allen's film to that old chestnut, two varieties of American inhibition getting warmed up by the sun and the sun-in-the-blood of Spain and walking away sadder and perhaps wiser, secure not in who they are but in who they aren't.
But it is *a* way of looking at the film, and that's all a reviewer needs.
4 comments:
Bloody brilliant, professor. You are indeed a wordsmith.
It's a wise student who knows his own professor.
Whoa whoa whoa. What is this? Come on, Robertson. 600 word minimum.
:P
Nailed. Maximum demerits. No soup for me.
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