Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Coup de chance (Woody Allen, 2023)

 


Woody Allen’s French-language Coup de chance might represent the “time-filler” in its purest, most luminous state, a film that exists only because its maker likes making movies and was able to put together the deal (as of the time of writing, the last one in Allen’s career), unlikely to offend or particularly bore the audience but with virtually no chance of elevating or informing them: the smooth, almost wall-to-wall jazz soundtrack, easy on the ear as it is, seems to confirm the project’s essential aimlessness, the impossibility that anything we’re given will ever result in revelation. The title, and the film’s final “twist,” refer to the role of randomness in our life, expressed several times in terms of the vast odds against any of us being alive in the first place as an argument for further surrendering to the possibilities of chance and coincidence, but the film represents just about the tritest application possible of such “philosophy.” It starts with young writer Alain recognizing Fannie, a girl he loved years ago from a distance, in the street; she’s now married to the wealthy Jean, living a bygone notion of upper-crust life involving frequent weekend hunting trips to their country home. Fannie and Alain start an affair; Jean finds out and taps into the same pool of practiced cold-bloodedness which had him dispose of an inconvenient past business partner; Fannie’s mother is the first to start putting pieces together. Despite the plot’s melodramatic highs and lows, and the capable if unremarkable cast, it all feels strangely even-keeled, the affair devoid of much passion, the ratcheting up of the plot devoid of much suspense or menace, the surprise denouement devoid of much sense of release or closure; it would be no surprise if the film were to go on for longer or, for that matter, if it were somehow to be revealed that it never really existed at all.

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