Tennis pro Chris Wilton (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) is befriended by a young toff, Tom Hewitt (Matthew Goode) and begins to date his sister (Emily Mortimer). She’s smart and nice, not very exciting but a key to a whole new social strata. When Chris meets Tom’s fiancée Nola (Scarlet Johansson) his eyes practically pop out of his skull. If he could have Nola and the new upper crust lifestyle to which he rapidly becomes accustomed, then he would truly have it all. But if there’s to be a choice between passion and luxury, what would he do then?
A Woody Allen movie for people who don’t like Woody Allen, Match Point dispenses with comedy altogether, replaces jazz with opera, and crosses the Atlantic for pastures new (or at any rate, London and the Home Counties). It’s the first Allen picture which doesn’t look like a Woody Allen picture (the unobtrusively handsome cinematography is by Remi Adefarasin), even if the story replays the ethical maundering of Crimes and Misdemeanors in a sexier key, with bits and bobs of Dreiser and Dostoievski thrown in.
"Allen’s best since Crimes and Misdemeanors ..."—Roger Ebert