The invaluable Cinetrix, who blogs at Pullquote, has posted a neat little
tribute to one of my favorite movies, Preston Sturges’ Sullivan’s Travels, at the end of which she takes an unexpected swerve and revives last summer’s discussion of what your favorite Woody Allen movie says about you. Hers didn’t make the list. Neither did mine, Radio Days, which also happens to be the only Woody Allen movie I still enjoy (and I enjoy it very much). I now find most of the others unendurably smug, a seemingly endless series of object lessons in what I don’t like about New York. How could I ever have talked myself into admiring such awful films?
Over to you, OGIC.