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Let It Snow


Let It Snow

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Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, and the rest plays out with no surprises in Let It Snow, an ingratiating but hopelessly derivative romantic comedy that's like a Woody Allen copy several generations removed from the source. Though blurred and indistinguishable from the countless clones (and clones of clones) of Annie Hall, Let It Snow puts all the basic elements in place: a neurotic Jewish hero paralyzed by uncertainty, too-cute intertitles to set up scenes (à la Hannah And Her Sisters), and the now-obligatory sprint through Manhattan. Independent in budget only, Let It Snow was directed by Adam Marcus (Jason Goes To Hell) as a vehicle for his brother Kipp, who wrote the script and stars as a lovelorn misfit who falls for the girl next door. When the sweet and quirky Alice Dylan moves to the neighborhood in the middle of winter, the two become fast friends, bonding over their shared love of snow and the cold. They're destined for each other, but as flashbacks explain, Marcus' romantic skittishness is rooted in his childhood, when his father left the family and his flaky mother (Bernadette Peters) took up with a montage of diverse lovers he called "The International House Of Dates." Cursed by his grandmother, who believes all love is doomed, Marcus blows his few opportunities with Dylan and the two go their separate ways: the former to New York for cooking school, and the latter to London to study meteorology. A single honest conversation would be enough to bring these lovebirds together, but the genre dictates 80 minutes of delayed gratification, no matter how ridiculously contrived their reasons for staying apart. Marcus and Dylan make a reasonably charming and likable pair, but Let It Snow separates them for most of its running time, leaving them to hold court with shrill, cartoonish supporting characters. Formulaic romantic comedies often have their disposable pleasures, but the Marcus braintrust toes the line so slavishly that its film has no flavor; there's nothing novel to recommend it over other generic brands. Made on a shoestring budget, Let It Snow looks just like a Hollywood film, only cheaper.