After reflecting on Match Point on the drive home last night:

• It was great to watch a Woody Allen film that didn’t subject you to 1930’s clarinet music
• Woody Allen might only be able to write a movie about infidelity where the adulterer actually comes out ahead in the end…with or without moral guilt
• The striking metaphor that begins the movie balances on the precipice of progress, yet throughout the movie it becomes unclear whether actually moving forward, whether your decisions made for the right reasons, actually push the balance in progress’ favor