Cast / crew
An American journalism student in London is given a scoop by a recently deceased reporter and somehow winds up with the help of magician Sid Waterman to expose the big story.
Whenever Woody Allen is talking, Scoop is a huge amount of fun. Whenever anybody else is, it makes you pine for Allen and his former muses Diane Keaton and Mia Farrow. Scarlet Johansson never nails the wonderful, infectious, endearing ditziness that the part calls for. That’s not to say that this is a great script. Ian McShane’s deceased reporter always feels clunky and a lot of the lines that propel the plot are perfunctory. The other dialogue is always okay, sometimes good ("You’re a credit to your race", "It’s a family trait, actually, lack of buoyancy", "I used to be of the Hebrew persuasion, but as I got older, I converted to narcissism", "I don’t need to work out. My anxiety acts as aerobics"), but all of it is delivered brilliantly, peerlessly by Allen. His comedic charisma is simply gigantic. Scoop helps you to appreciate yet more his towering talent at dialogue delivery.
This movie contains adult dialogue and mild violence.