In MIGHTY APHRODITE, a nerd's revenge fantasy -- yet again -- from putative genius Woody Allen, our hero pits his romantic sensibilities against feckless women and crass consumerism. Yet again. And lest we forget how serious
he is deep down, he gives us a Greek chorus.
We know they're The Chorus because they look like tag-sale statuary (if you can overlook the distinctly post-Classical schnozzes sported by F. Murray Abraham and Olympia Dukakis), and they mill around in a boulder-strewn sandpit spouting strophes -- or what might pass for strophes in the Borscht
Do you really need to hear a Sophoclean chorus make Oedipus jokes? Psychiatrist jokes?...