A couple of posts ago, I mentioned that Woody Allen’s films have sucked for more than a decade now. Last night, Amy & I watched Sweet and Lowdown, and enjoyed the heck out of it. Samantha Morton was just impossibly good, the music was great, and the fact that there was no “Woody” character in it was refreshing. Sure, the “I’m an artist, so I can’t be tied down” shtick was a little cartoony, but Sean Penn’s character didn’t need that sort of depth.
So I stand corrected: Not all of Woody Allen’s post-1989 flicks have been awful.
But I still can’t sit through more than 90 seconds of Curse of the Jade Scorpion.
