After watching Matthew Goode mesmerize me yet again as Jim in A Single Man (I don’t know what it is about that guy), I decided to watched Woody Allen’s least funny (and perhaps best) film again. I’m talking, of course, about the riveting Brit mystery drama Match Point, starring Matthew Goode, Jonathan Rhys Meyers and- wait, what? BC, you said you were reviewing a Woody Allen film, but here you are talking about Rhys Myerses and Goodes like some Robert Altman whodunit? What gives? Allen’s limey turn is as good as it gets: dry, polite conversation mixed with lust, greed and intrigue. I would drink that cocktail, again and again. Matthew Goode is wonderful as Tom, and Rhys Meyers nails the role of Chris, pining for Scarlett Johansson’s Nola (in moody vixen mode). I won’t give anything away, but don’t expect Annie Hall, that’s for sure.