Anyway, yesterday I watched Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Can’t say I’m a Woody Allen connoisseur, and before VCB I haven’t really seen anything of his later work since Zelig (yes, I am aware I most surely will make a complete fool out of myself by stating this), but despite my lack of knowledge of the directors’ work in the span of his early 50’s to late 70’s, I found Vicky Cristina Barcelona a very sweet film and a natural development of Allen’s film-making as I have witnessed it. As usual in the world of Woody Allen, it’s the characters themselves and their interaction towards each other that stands for the film itself, and I have to say he really worked it out with that one. Scarlett Johansson and Rebecca Hall has a personality contrast that easily can be compared to the likes of Thelma and Louise, which shows the ins and outs of a flirty, flighty, hard-pleased girl as well as a conservative soon-to-be-loving-wife as they’re getting pursued by the Spanish emotion load that is Javier Bardem. And yet we haven’t even mentioned Penelope Cruz’s stunning appearance as a femme fatale in the words most complete sense. It’s a curious adventure of do’s and don’ts, faithfulness, spontaneous love affairs and mental ex-wives in a distant cultural society. And it’s friggin’ good. See it if you got the chance.

Next post will probably handle rocket science. Or Dinosaur, Jr.