Saw 'Cassandra's Dream' tonight at Cinema du Parc: a disappointment, it felt rushed and too plot-driven, with little exploration of the brothers' motives, except in the most superficial way: they were aspirational and ambitious, OK. Also, while Colin Farrell, Ewan McGregor and Tom Wilkinson were all competent, especially Farrell, some of the secondary characters felt 2-dimensional: especially Kate, Farrell's girlfriend. Am still an unconditional fan of Woody's, but I think he should make fewer movies, and this London venture feels played out. In this film, he seemed to be out of his element. Allen feels too besotted and impressed with the Brits, a bit in awe of them, which translates into too much fancy name-dropping: Claridge's, the Connaught, images of the Gherkin. It all feels too post-cardy. His New York films are also somewhat unrealistic, or were in the past, with little real grit, but when he sticks to the milieu he knows best: neurotic Upper West Side Jews, the results seem more believable. I'm glad his next movie, 'Whatever Works', with Larry David and Evan Rachel Wood, is set back in NYC.