Before now I had dismissed Woody Allen as a neurotic, somewhat irritating, New Yorker. Yet, in an act of sheer arrogance and folly, I never actually sat down to watch any of his work – I thought I didn’t ‘get’ it. However, I just watched last weeks bbc documentary* on him, and have to admit I’m now quite angry at my own stupidity. Granted, there is still the risk that he could be overrated and liked because everyone else likes him, but from what I just saw, there is far more to Allen than I thought. He is a prodigious auteur with a vast body of work. Of course I won’t write anything in detail about him now, but just say that I have something new to engage with. Time for me to dig out ‘Midnight in Paris’, then go buy more stuff by and about him. My appetite has been whetted, and once again I feel the mercury of my curiosity rising.

*Part one can be seen here; part two here.