This transparently self-serving, thinly fictionalized film is Woody Allen's statement on the accusations of self-centeredness and scandalous impropriety leveled against him over the years, particularly since he began dating the adopted daughter of his
longtime lover. In essence, that position appears to be: "I'm a tortured artist, so I can't help behaving like a selfish schmuck, and who cares what a grotesque bunch of a hysterical harpies like you say anyway?" Think STARDUST MEMORIES, particularly the way it oozes contempt for the fans who take
Allen (or his fictional stand-in) at his word that he's an artiste.
Aging novelist Harry Block (Allen) has just pen...