The trailer for Woody Allen's new movie, Whatever Works, you guys:
Oh
Hell
No.
No offense to the Elder Gods, and Woody Allen has earned his place in a bulletproof plexiglass display at the Museum of Legends, but it looks like someone should have stayed in London making weird pseudo-thrillers. This looks worse than Scoop! And Scoop was terrible! I know that I'm not the target audience for an aging comedian past his prime looking to make a case for his unsettling romantic life, because I like jokes that are actually funny, and although I do think that people should do whatever they want to find happiness in this world, marrying their step-children seems like a really solid exception. But we're gonna need a bigger WOOF.
The set looks like an off-broadway production of Catwalk: The Musical, Bertolt Brecht is rolling in his grave at the sophomoric use of Verfremdungseffekt*, and those southern accents are straight out of True Blood.
Not to mention that "God is a decorator" gay joke. Whoops! He phoned that one in so hard he broke it.
I got you something, Woody Allen.
It's chocolate.
*College graduate. JEALOUS?
