It’s a conversation I’ve had dozens of times with lots of different smart pals: When did you stop loving new Woody Allen movies? For me, it was after Mighty Aphrodite. I was lukewarm on Everyone Says I Love You, and from there through this past summer, I was on a local train through Bummertown, making all local stops, including Small Time Crooks (bleh) and Match Point (which I hated with the intensity of a million supernovas). Finally, fuh-hu-hu-hinally, there was Vicky Cristina Barcelona, and I was at long last able to experience joy again. Well, I was at least able to think “yay!” after a Woody Allen movie. But…it was a really sincere yay.
Now that Antonio Banderas is on board for Allen’s next movie, I can actually get excited about it, because I think maybe the only way for me to enjoy contemporary Allen fare is for part of it to be in Spanish. ¡A mi me gustan películas de Woody Allen que incluyen español! Pero los que son totalmente en inglés — o, peor, en inglés y en Ingleterra — no me gustan.
Who’s with me, PopWatchers? What’s it going to take for you to get pumped for a new Woody Allen movie? Or are you always in a constant state of excitement when it comes to his work?