To Rome With Love came out in Germany (at long, sweet last, amirite?), so I went to see it tonight (auf Deutsch, but that was kein Problem, as the language of Woody Allen is universal).
The remarkable thing about this (wildly, wickedly funny) film is that it is so pointedly absurd. None of the plots (if you can call them that) connect. None of them do more than nod at, or perhaps to, reality. But you end up with the feeling that yes, you just watched Rome on film, somehow. In whatever language.