I’ve said this before, and unless filmmakers finally manage to get over themselves I’ll probably have to say it again: if you hate being famous so much, find a different line of work. Invest wisely, retire and live out your life in peaceful anonymity. Go out and get a job and see what it’s like to work for a living for awhile. Just give it up. Eventually the fans you seem to hate so much will get tired of you and move on to someone else. In Woody Allen’s defense, he doesn’t seem to hate fame as much as he hates not being constantly famous for everything he does. After all, it isn’t his fault that his neuroses aren’t funny anymore, leaving his following longing for the good old days. Like Hannah and Her Sisters, this picture is partially redeemed by the excellent location work, but otherwise it’s more than a bit on the boring side. Mildly amusing
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