Recently our most goyish author wrote a post praising Woody Allen’s decision to make yet another film forsaking his home New York and set in another country.
Don’t get me wrong. It was a great post. The Goy is right. Woody Allen makes great movies that are set and shot in other countries. I will inevitably watch the movie and love it, as I always do.
But, this whole thing stinks of the Olsen Twins.
And that stink isn’t the milk on their upper lips.
Yes. You read that right.
Those of you who aren’t savvy on the films 8-year-old girls were into in the late 90s, might not even know this exists. And I’m happy for you.
Yes, I’m referring to that awful time in American history when the Olsen twins did those awful globe trotting movies. The ones where they traveled to various places in the city via a montage, and sped off on the back of Ricardo’s Vespa, and learned a new funny word in this crazy new culture.
I don’t want to compare Woody Allen’s trend to this. But I can’t stop.
G-d help me.