Small Time Crooks (Woody Allen, 2000)

In which Woody plays Woody and Tracey Ullman does a screeching Rosie Perez impersonation as his wife. He dunderheadedly plans a bank robbery to alleviate their financial penury, but it ends up being her cookies that land them their fortune. Hugh Grant then turns up as Hugh Grant, an unctuously suave art dealer who the couple ask to coach them in an A-Z of high culture. The film intermittently induces a smirk with its one-liners and is simultaneously utterly disposable, doing the usual Hollywood trick of feigning to assert that money cannot buy happiness, yet being loath to leave its protagonists anything other than rich at the close of play. At the time of writing, it has been 21 years since Allen made a truly worthwhile film, and wastes of celluloid like this now far outweigh the fruits of his peak years.

4/10