Something different from Woody Allen with lots of smiles and barely a neurosis in sight: a comedy-thriller that balances the comedy and thrills in the right ratio, a formula that has eluded Hollywood for several decades.

A bit annoying at first (and its hand-held camera wavers stay so), but increasingly enjoyable, it casts Woody and Diane Keaton as a middle-aged couple indulging each other's pastimes of ice hockey (his) and opera (hers).

Keaton longs to do something with her life, and her curiosity runs wild when her fairly elderly neighbour drops dead. She feels sure the gossipy woman would have mentioned her heart condition.

We share Woody's scepticism at her suspicions, but amazingly it seems there is something going on, if not quite what Diane thinks - especially when the woman turns up alive.

Stir in Alan Alda as Keaton's old flame and ace author Anjelica Huston, who fancies a mystery almost as much as a man, and you have a feisty brew that has one or two exciting, stylish and creepy moments amidst the modish comedy.

A mystery worth investigating. [CLASSIC LINE: 'Every time I hear Wagner, I feel I should invade Poland.']