JUNE 1: Arrived Barcelona. Accommodations first class. Hotel has been promised half star next year provided they install running water.
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: Woody Allen’s humor columns are small gems, sometimes better in comparison than the trifles he concocts for the silver screen. In a brand-new “Spanish diary,” which I took to be the real thing until I started reading, Allen lacerates his own public persona on the set of Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Terse, absurd, and very funny. Go read it.
UPDATE: Billy Mernit raves about Vicky Cristina Barcelona.