Stop the presses: Woody Allen casts his next movie. This is always news, because if there's one thing everyone's always excited about, it's another Woody Allen movie.
Let me guess: smart, attractive people with mopey neuroses, trading banter lifted from a 1967 Freudian analyst's notes, with infidelity and small cruelties thrown in stark relief by one character's simple, untroubled optimism. Plus fountains. And I'm going to go out on a limb and predict the title sequences use the Windsor typeface, too.
