1995 romantic comedy
Plot: A sportswriter successfully discovers the identity of his adopted son's real mother after he turns out to be a genius and then starts to fall for her.
A charming movie right at the end of the portion of Woody Allen's career when he could pull that sort of thing off, this thrives with the great Mira Sorvino performance. I'm not quite sure if there's a myth this echos or if that was just Woody's excuse to have the hook of a Greek chorus led by F. Murray Abraham. It's a cute idea as the chorus's lyrics dart between comedy and tragedy just like the movie. There are lots of clever lines, both with the chorus and the modern characters, and the movie somehow survives Michael Rapaport, definitely no easy feat. An ending has a dash of bitter mixed in with the sweet.
It's not quite up there with Woody Allen's very best work, but it's still very likable.