Mere Anarchy by Woody AllenMy rating: 2 of 5 stars
Mere Anarchy, Woody Allen's first collection in over 25 years, is a reprise of the style and jokes of his earlier, more original work. I agree entirely with The San Diego Union-Tribune:
His ideas have stagnated; “Calisthenics, Poison Ivy, Final Cut,” an exchange of threatening letters between a cinema camp owner and the father of a prodigy, arguing over percentages and distribution rights, will send you scurrying back to “The Gossage-Vardebedian Papers,” weeping.
Ah, self-parody? More original and pretty funny is, “Glory Hallelujah, Sold”, the tale of a “psalm scrivener”, that is, a writer of prayers for cash that involves hucksterism and cartoonish characters.
Unfortunately, much of this was forgettable.
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