Alan Alda and Goldie Hawn in
Everyone Says I Love You
(©1996 Miramax. All rights reserved.)
Occasionally, the musical numbers spring to life when Allen really lets them get loony, as when a hospital breaks out in song and dance: even a guy in a straight jacket, a group of pregnant women, and some corpses join in.
The rest of movie, however, plays out as rather conventional Allen material, the kind of upper-crust New York humor (boy, does he ever love rich people) that he almost exclusively does anymore. Everyone Says I Love You is pleasant enough, but the musical numbers are just the icing on the cake, while the rest of the movie is typical Allen material. It's a good time, with several funny scenes, but I can't help but feel Allen is on cruise control, that all he can really get excited about anymore are fellow New Yorkers.