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Fecund Woody Allen rarely lets a year go by without
offering another glimpse into his world of New York angst and irony--the classic clown
whose giddy surface of laughter expresses a disillusioned view of a world that never
measures up. With his now familiar opening titles of simple white lettering on a black
background and his favored music (Dixieland or Billie Holiday--American jazz standards),
Allen sets an upbeat mood as he settles into a new set of variations on his old themes.
It's a chancy strategy, one that seems to have limited new creativity or growth in this
old master. He runs the risk of his films becoming what a line in Anything Else
describes as "a giant 'so what'?"