Tonight Adam and I saw Woody Allen's latest, Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Nice flick. As Adam noted, he went for the cliches and nailed them, including the whiny expat (in this case, Cristina) who thinks spending five minutes overseas translates to throwing off everything that is America. Good luck, honey.

Also, the assertion that "only unfulfilled love can be romantic" is a bunch of bullshit. I love Woody Allen, but only someone incapable of having a successful relationship could believe that.