Actually, Phantom Thread encompasses all of the above, but it was at this point that I got
the charming jeu d'esprit tucked into the yards and yards of fabric: When a domineering, workaholic tyrant of an artist is felled by illness, he becomes a whimpering boy who needs his wife's love and affection.
Woody Allen's Café Society is a sweet, sad, insubstantial
jeu d'ésprit, watchable,
charming and beautifully shot by Vittorio Storaro — yet always freighted with a pedantic nostalgia for the 1930s golden age in both Hollywood and New York, nostalgia which the title itself rather coercively announces.