I forgot my mantra

Speaking of mantras, the Chauvel Cinema (which I love, loave, luff, two F's) has been doing a Woody Allen festival, with double features every Friday night into early January. I got ill-advisedly drunk post work and missed Annie Hall - heavy tragedy! - but was reminded today of one of my favourite bits of the whole thing, which for a film comprised almost entirely of favourite bits is no small feat. Namely, Jeff Goldblum in a little L.A. cameo.

and you thought it couldn't get any better than Diane Keaton in a linen suit.