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The result is decidedly minor Woody, and unlike Match Point, far from essential.
A bouncy comedy/mystery about a young would-be journalist (Scarlett Johansson) trying to solve a crime.
Scoop isn't going for complexity. It's a trifle. Like its rootless vaudevillian magician, however, it feels neither here nor there.
San Francisco Chronicle:
Scoop has something Match Point didn't, something that none of Allen's films have had to quite this degree in 10 years. It's really, really funny.
There's a taut thriller somewhere inside Scoop, and it tries gamely to get out whenever Johansson and Jackman end up alone onscreen with their generic, serviceable roles.
It's a pleasing blend of Abbott and Costello and Foul Play, tickling the audience in all the right spots.
It saddens me to report -- Scoop is distinctly minor Allen, with less weight to it than one of his old humor doodles in The New Yorker.
Los Angeles Times:
Scoop feels like a tentative doodle in the general direction of Match Point, only chronologically reversed and more or less amusing.
One form of low-rent showbiz Allen depicts in Scoop is Fleet Street journalism, but it's depicted with none of the witty rancor or intelligence of Evelyn Waugh's 1937 Scoop.
Christian Science Monitor:
The collision of sleek melodrama and old Woody Allen stand-up routines is at times oddly effective and at other times just odd.
A romp of a thing, Scoop won't be mistaken for splendid. Yet for diminutive pleasure, the murder- mystery comedy can rightly be called splendini.
Things don't really get ugly in Scoop, they just feel very familiar very quickly, which doesn't mean it's necessarily bad, just awfully lightweight and terribly unoriginal.
Detroit Free Press:
Anyone who assumed Match Point heralded a return to form or a renaissance for one the great American filmmakers should be sorely disappointed by Scoop.
Globe and Mail:
The movie is watchable, there's the occasional good one-liner, but it's extremely slight, overly drawn out and never for a moment believable.
Dallas Morning News:
Some may dismiss Scoop as 'minor Woody Allen' because it doesn't traffic in major psychological probes. But it makes you smile. And that's not such a minor accomplishment.
The direction is lazy and the script thoroughly witless, from its token Bergman references to dialogue that suggests a night in borscht-belt hell.
Filmmaking for Allen appears to have settled into little more than personal habit, like shaving, dining or playing clarinet once a week with his jazz band. The result has for some time been a hit-and-miss process.
New York Daily News:
To see Allen, now 70, trying to reclaim the persona he's been handing off is like watching Willie Mays fall down trying to hit a curve ball during his last season.
A blend of lackluster comedy and lazy plotting, the film feels a lot like bad Hitchcock.
Nestled as it is amid the clamor of the late-summer blockbusters, it's the kind of small pleasure that can make you feel intensely grateful.
If only it were funny instead of just passably amusing, and if only Allen's movies hadn't declined to such a state of rote self-repetition that even passably amusing is tantamount to a compliment.
Scoop is worthwhile viewing for Allen's quips. Just don't expect much of a story.
After Woody Allen had made one too many 'serious' films, his devoted fans longed for him to go back to being funny again. Things now have come full circle, for after Scoop, they're going to wish the Woodman would stick to serious drama from now on.