I don’t want to engage in another turgid discussion about categorical imperatives, but Woody Allen has a new movie coming out. (Has it been three weeks already?). It stars Josh Brolin, Naomi Watts, Anthony Hopkins, Freida Pinto, and Antonio Panteras, and it’s called You Will Meet a Tall, Dark Stranger. Oh no, this must be what Mel Gibson was trying to warn me about!
After Alfie leaves his wife Helena to pursue his lost youth and a free-spirited call girl named Charmaine, Helena abandons rationality and surrenders her life to the loopy advice of a charlatan fortune teller. Happy in her marriage, Sally develops a crush on her handsome art gallery owner boss, Greg, while Roy, a novelist nervously awaiting the response to his latest manuscript, becomes moonstruck over Dia, a mystery woman who catches his gaze through a nearby window. Despite these characters’ attempts to dodge their problems with pipe dreams and impracticable plans, their efforts lead only to heartache, irrationality, and perilous hot water. [Yahoo]
If someone has begun dating a handsome art gallery owner or a washed-up novelist needs to find a new muse, you know you’re either in a Woody Allen film or a Paul Simon song. But as long as there aren’t any Spanish poets trying to punish the world for their inability to love, we’ll call it a step in the right direction.











