With their relationship at a crossroads, Michelle and Allen invite their parents to meet. But their parents already know each other, a little too well.
Uniting four legends of the screen for a shot of summer silver screen cinema, Book Club is every bit as formulaic, disposable and harmless as you would expect.
It’s easy to hold the moral high ground and dismiss works created by awful people. But, as Jacqui Griffin writes, rejecting one of your favourite films (in this case, Allen’s Annie Hall) on these grounds is easier said than done.