Just watched Whatever Works, an interesting one. Essentially it's Woody Allen expressing the anxieties of his age through the medium of Larry David, who is the most perfectly obvious candidate to fill his shoes, perhaps the only man alive and in acting who could rival Allen as the definitive neurotic narcissistic new york Jew. I think there is some curiosity as to why Woody didn't take the lead himself in this film, character issues aside (David is much more brutal and less vulnerable than Allen), i think the role of non-acting director is one which we can probably get used to from him from now on. It's strange to see Allen with silver hair, not that he was ever the picture of youth, a small and unathletic build and inch thick glasses, but there was a kind of fervent, rabid energy to his performances (maybe 'behaviour' would be a better word) which I suppose could only fade with old age. Larry David meanwhile didn't hit the screen until his latter days and being old and crochety is all part of his schtick, as opposed to Allen being middle-aged and crochety.
Woody's opinion; "You don't get smarter, you don't get more wiser, you don't get more mellow, you don't get more kindly. Nothing good happens. Your back hurts more. You get more indigestion. Your eyesight isn't as good. You need a hearing aid. It's a bad business getting older, and I would advise you not to do it"
Honestly i'm looking forward to being able to say stuff like that. More than i already do.
I always enjoy Allens films so there's no point in me atempting to disect it or whatever, and i'm also mightily looking forward to You Will Meet A Tall Dark Stranger (we should all be so lucky amiright).
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