'The Only Living Boy In New York': A Callow, Shallow Writer Makes Good
In director Marc Webb's indulgent coming-of-age tale, a young Manhattan writer believes the world revolves around him. Unfortunately, the film believes the same thing.
Doffing a hasty prefatory cap to the crime stats and overflowing garbage of 1970s New York, Marc Webb's soon withdraws to more glam pastures within. By which Webb and screenwriter Allan Loeb mean the amber-lit, opulent interiors where Manhattan's writers and artists gather to kvetch and preen. Not much writing or arting goes on here, but it is clear that these are creative types because they are extremely
