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A Rainy Day in New York review – Woody Allen romance is a damp squib | Peter Bradshaw’s film of the week

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Bad weather leads to adventure as young lovers Timothée Chalamet and Elle Fanning take a trip to Manhattan

So it goes on, the eerie productivity of Woody Allen, who outlived his greatness, and might yet outlive his notoriety. However, there are, for the time being, more than enough people out there behaving as if they never liked Annie Hall and affecting not to remember how Allen invented the grammar of romcom and much else: the ending of Sally Rooney’s Normal People, for example, is reminiscent of Allen’s Manhattan.

This latest reshuffling of the Allen themes – and the permutations seem as inexhaustible as Sudokus – has come out on streaming platforms and some reopened cinemas in various international territories, after Amazon pulled the plug on the director’s five-picture deal. And … it’s not as bad as you might think, but the fade-to-black that precedes the final credits brings with it the now traditional dull sadness for that lost Allen era in which all this was great.

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