The Only Living Boy is a most engaging film that confidently enters vintage Woody Allen territory with consummate success.

There's an ambition here that is never realised, try as Webb did to infuse the film with that New York spirit. There's no real depth to the film, only imitation.

The film itself looks great and its richly burnished vision of the city is blessedly Trump-free. Indulgent it may be but nostalgia does have its charms.

Frequently feels like it is about to spin off its axis but Webb fights past the clunky dialogue and overly complicated story to present an engaging coming-of-age story.