This is vintage Woody Allen...and as the title of this review states; its Allens take on his own life, supremely delivered by Larry David. Yes, it's funny , especially the cynical monologues that are shot as first person narratives; Allen's bleak, clever, misanthropic take on humanity and our strange predilections, are truth serum for some and deal breakers for others.
As always with Woody Allen films there is the presence of an ingenue, fulfilled admirably by Evan Rachel Woods and which of course, parallels Allens' own penchant for much younger and sometimes inappropriate, women on his arm. In fact, though Allen takes a certain stance at self-parody with his alter-ego Boris, the script and its character's aren't nearly as colourful as the cast in Allens real life, however, they are certainly as self-absorbed and , shall we say; 'quirky'.
Although there are moments of very good writing and laughter, as a whole, the film lacks depth and feels as though it serves as a very long take and backdrop for the occasional clever quip by Boris.
The story lines for the peripheral characters are predictable and shallow , however the last summing -up monlologue to the audience is Allens' 'dans'l'existence; a Shakespearian-esque concoction of the haphazardous and fleeting ephoria of love and all that it represents, or is it just Allen excusing himself for all his messy affairs? You decide- like the title says: Whatever Works!