Scoop - movie review

Sometimes a sweet diversion is the best form of entertainment. You don't always want a heavy meal of movie. Sometimes a frothy souffle of celluloid is good enough. And if that is the case, then Scoop is a delightful serving.

Woody Allen has never been one of my favourites but I do enjoy the feeling of whimsy his films occassionally possess. For me, the draw to Scoop came in the two yummy packages of Scarlett Johansson and Hugh Jackman. Originally I felt this pairing to be odd but Johansson has an incredible ability to remind you why ANY many would find her pleasing. In the case of Jackman you are reminded how fabulous the man looks in jeans!

The scoop on Scoop is simple. After Johansson receives a journalistic tip from the great beyond during a magic trick performed by Splendini (Allen) she sets off to prove that Jackman is the infamous Tarot Card Killer. Of course miscommunications, silly hi-jinks, and black humour commences. The proceedings are puncutated with the banter of Allen and Johansson and float along on a jaunty Tchaikovsky score.

In the end, very little is surprising or complicate. In fact, the straight-forwardness of the story is almost laughable. Still, you cannot expect a better treat then the dance the three actors perform around each other. And sometimes 90 minutes of fluff totally hits the spot.