This classic Woody Allen film explores the nuances of complicated relationships, but not with the same awkward finesse as some of his other films. Eisenberg does his best as a young Woody Allen, but he falls short of the mark. I found myself bothered by odd elements in the film that distracted me from fully enjoying it. For instance, why did they include the scene with the hooker; if he wasn’t even going to go through with it, why did he even consider it? Eisenberg’s character seemed to suffer from a guilty conscience about each girl he was with, and he lacked the trademark sharp wit that Allen’s other leading characters possess. Add in Stewart’s character, and all I could think about was how art imitates life, causing me to find her character untrustworthy. This is not Allen’s best film, but it’s not the worst either. It’s still worth a watch.