Last weekend, my sister had a friend over, and suddenly something amazing happened, and some cinematic amazingness was popped in. I'll admit, I am not really up to date on Mr. Allen's canon of works, But I loved film. There was plenty of Woody-stuttering as the great Strandovini, but I don't care. I laughed, every time he was on screen. Hugh was as charming as ever, though a murderer (and was good at it.) And Scarlett Johansson made being average seem fantastic, as they attempted to mask her exquisite beauty.
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