Woody Allen doc on PBS!
I know it’s gravely hypocritical of me, but where Roman Polanski squicks me out (I can’t see any of his newer films), Woody Allen doesn’t bother me. I love his more recent films. I don’t love him so much (as you can see in the doc), but I like the movie version of himself — especially Owen Wilson in MiP, one of my favorite films of this year. I think this is usually the truth with artists — their self-referential work is more palatable than the original, but usually less complex (and, therefore, unrealistic). Not always true with Woody; I thought Vicki, Cristina, Barcelona was open-ended enough to project my own complexity.
The second part airs tonight.
