It's a very self-indulgent film, and very flawed, but not without its charms and laughs.
It's ultimately successful for me because Annie is an endearing, well-written character and I loved the romance and its ups and downs. I loved it, even though Woody Allen's character is a terrorist of the highest order, and I don't understand what fictional or real women see in him.
It made me have the terrible, almost nefarious thought of ing a dating app. Allen's monologue at the end hit me at the gut level.

Tired, mindless garbage without an ounce of creativity, imagination or wit. Sophie Thatcher is very good and adds a soul to a film that is very soulless otherwise. She's brilliant.

Incredibly messy, heavy-handed and reiterative, but it's hard not to love a story of vampirism when it's this well executed. I do love its take on folk tales, religion, race and music.