I love language. And when someone strings together a bunch of wonderful words in a clever way then I bow down in covetous worship. Even when it’s a movie review. Like this one in the New York Times from A.O. Scott:

You may remember the quotation from high school English, about how life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. The observation is attributed to the playwright himself (“Shakespeare once said”), rather than to Macbeth, whose grim experience led him to such nihilism, but never mind. In context, it amounts to a perfectly superfluous statement of the obvious. This movie, after all, is a tale told by Mr. Allen, who is very far from an idiot and who has become the American cinema’s great champion of cosmic insignificance.

Not that there’s much sound and fury here, though there are a few bouts of yelling and screaming, and potentially tragic situations played with an unlikely and not unwelcome buoyancy. The metaphysical pessimism that constitutes Mr. Allen’s annual greeting-card message to the human race — just in case we needed reminding that our existence is meaningless — is served up in You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger with a wry shrug and an amusing flurry of coincidences, reversals and semi-surprises. There are hints of farce, droplets of melodrama, a few dangling loose ends and an overall mood of sloppy, tolerant cynicism.

Freida Pinto and Josh Brolin in “You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger.”

Metaphysical pessimism. Sloppy, tolerant cynicism. Has someone been reading my Facebook page? But I digress.

Mr. Scott suggests that the remedy for all of this Allen-esque nihilism lies within the movie itself:

… the whole message of “You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger” is that believing in some kind of nonsense is a natural way of coping with the howling void that surrounds us. (That was also the moral of Mr. Allen’s previous movie, “Whatever Works,” which didn’t.) The more ridiculous manifestations of faith — notably Helena’s spiritualism, which leads her into romance with the owner of an occult bookshop — are more charming and more persuasive than the earnest pursuits of love and success that drive most of the people in this overcrowded movie. For the most part, everyone struggles through, with at best mixed success. The audience included.

Nonsense works for me.