O Guardian tem um obituário de Woody Allen:

The ex cathedra pronouncement that Woody Allen comedies were no longer in vogue came as no great shock to most regular moviegoers, and certainly not to people under the age of 30 (sticklers who prefer comedies that are actually funny), as it had been widely reported in other outlets that the once-revered actor/ writer/director hadn’t made a film worth seeing in years, and nothing vaguely approaching the quality of Annie Hall, Broadway Danny Rose, Manhattan, The Purple Rose of Cairo, or even Bullets Over Broadway. People didn’t talk about Woody Allen movies any more, not even people who had been breathlessly waiting for his latest release since their university days. Allen was a spent force, and - because of his unorthodox parenting style, his unseemly custody battles with ex-partner Mia Farrow and the distressing allegations of child abuse that arose from this contretemps - an embarrassment.

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De minha parte já não consigo mexer meus pés em direção ao cinema para ver um filme de WA há anos.  Acho que “deu” pra mim no episódio dele do “Contos de Nova York”, que muita gente amou e eu detestei.

É triste quando um artista não sabe quando parar.  Quando este blog começar a ficar insuportável, por exemplo, por favor me avisem.   :)