It’s been a few years since I cared about anything Woody Allen’s done, but Whatever Works teams him with Larry David, Evan Rachel Wood, and, after five years away, New York. Here’s to hoping he’s finally dropped the European arthouse pretensions (and along with it, dialog like “let’s not have another turgid discussion about categorical imperatives”). Then again, Larry David working with Woody Allen has the potential to create a fireball of Jewish neurosis so big that it could consume the entire Earth. Squeeze Gilbert Gottfried onto the production staff somehow and the movie’d just be two hours of a guy walking in circles pondering his own mortality.
(I added some Evan Rachel Wood pictures for… uh… scale.)