Scoop

We watched the first half hour or so of Scoop before putting it back in the Netflix envelope and putting it back into the mailbox at arms length like one would hold a dead mouse by the tail.

Are you getting it? This movie stunk!

You see, this is what I was talking about when I said that Woody Allen should hang up the acting hat and stick to writing and directing. He took two talented (and beautiful) actors, Hugh Jackman and Scarlett Johansen, and made them seem like insipid bobble heads. Allen plays the neurotic shithead again. Doesn't this guy have friends with the balls to tell him that his schtick is getting old? It's actually embarrassing, like watching a comedian flounder on stage like a dead fish. Surely somebody with some influence on him sees this. This person must watch with dread, like a wife sitting helplessly in a jeering crowd as her husband, too tired to lift his gloves, takes a beating that drives him permanently to the mat.

I was blown away by Matchpoint, but had there been so much as a cameo by Allen, the movie would have been shit. Do you hear me, Woody? Hang it up. I've seen better actin' in tough actin' Tenactin.

I'm super busy juggling a couple projects. I'll make up for my lack of commenting on this or any other blog soon.