Love never dies. Nor do stories of good versus evil, screenwriters with a burning desire to sit in the director’s chair or actors with a dubious ear for Oirish accents.
We’re treated to all three plus Will Smith as Lucifer and a white horse with wings in fantastical romance, A New York Winter’s Tale.
Akiva Goldman’s film is based on the novel Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin but is re-titled for the UK, presumably to avoid confusion with Shakespeare’s 17th century problem play.
In truth, no one is likely to confuse the Bard’s impeccable verse with Goldsman’s shambolic script, which includes such clanging dreck as “Nothing seems to break [the human] capacity for hope – they pass it back and forth like flu at a school fair.”