I have to admit to being a, well, former, WA fan, in spite of his self-idealization (Justin Timberlake? really?), depictions of women, and his obsession with young girls, which is reflected in his movies and actresses. But he's been past his prime for a while now. His movies seem phoned in, in both direction and script. He rewrites and recycles his movies, it seems, just to keep going. Why he doesn't retire and tour his amateur clarinet? Since his breakup with Mia Farrow, it seems he writes his women as a message to Farrow, as rationalization for his behavior, which is very cringeworthy, esp as he has rarely owned up to any of his sins, but thinks others should pay for their imagined (by him) ones. All reflected in his scripts, and this one is no exception.
Juno has the best performance here, among the main actors. Belushi is tiresome and obvious channeling John Goodman channeling Jackie Gleason. Winslet is a shadow of her Oscar-winning self, through no fault of her own. She does herself no favors by being in WA movies. She seems constrained in them, as if WA finds her essential talent and then robs her of it.
The style of this film is quintessential WA, aided by the masterful cinematographer Vittorio Storaro, who, unlike Allen, is definitely not past his prime. The lighting is original and modern, while at the same time reflects the vintage setting and sets. The actors are beautifully lit, which makes their direction all the more tragic, as most performances do not match Storaro's framing. Their depiction of Coney Island is not meant to be realistic, so don't go looking to find scenes from your childhood here.
This is one boring work of film and does Allen no favors. It will do you no favors, either, as you'll never get the time back. If you are a loyal WA fan, or have loved his movies of the past decade, you might like this. If not, then steer clear of this one.