Woody Allen Burns me Again

I should have known not to trust him. I really should have. I should have recognized the fact that even though "Match Point" received good reviews, I have yet to like a Woody Allen film (other than "Antz" which I'm pretty sure doesn't really count because it's animated and he just provides the voice; plus Sharon Stone doesn't frighten me in that one either and usually I must turn away from her gaze for fear that my skin will be ripped from my face by staring into the cavernous depths of her soul-less eyes much like the horrific fate that befell all of the unfortunate people who wouldn't listen to Harrison Ford in "Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark." Some things are not meant to be seen by mortal eyes - ever). Although, actually, now that I think about it, I liked "Manhattan Murder Mystery" too, but I think that's because of Diane Keaton. Also, Woody Allen doesn't seem obsessed with sex in that one, and basically Woody Allen and sex in the same thought bubble makes me want to, in the words of my 12 year old self, gag myself with a spoon. Also, for someone who is so intelligent, does he not know better than to refer to his feelings for Soon-Yi as a more "paternal kind of love"? (In case you think I'm exaggerating here, reference "Vanity Fair" from last November.) Gee, I wonder why it seems that way Woody? Maybe it's the decade you spent acting as her actual father before marrying her that gives your relationship that little something extra the rest of us call incest or extreme creepiness. But, then again, maybe you are pretty smart and just wanted some more press before "Match Point" was released. I can't say for sure. Either way, something's off. Anyway, back to the movie. I will say that I picked up some interesting tidbits about the British. Apparently, they never take care of their own children and drink champagne constantly. Whether they drink all the time because they are celebrating the fact that they don't have to watch their children, or they have to hire someone to watch their children because they're always drunk, I can't say. It seems like quite the "which came first? the chicken or the egg" to me. Now, what bothered me most about the film was the way it was marketed. The previews made it seem like this was a fascinating thriller about an obsessed/deranged woman. But, that was not the case at all. I don't want to spoil the end of the movie, but I want to say this: There was nothing at all crazy about the way Scarlett Johansson's character acted. I think she had completely normal and justifiable emotions in light of the way she was being treated. The crazy one was Chris Wilton (played by Jonathan Rhys Meyers). He was a cold, manipulative son of a bitch. And, yet, the way the movie plays out....Well, I said I wouldn't ruin anything. I'm just tired of women being portrayed as "crazy" and "psycho" when they do nutty things like expecting men who claim to love them not to approach them with shotguns. Which of the following is crazy: A) Trying to have a rational discussion about your pregnancy or B) Pretending to leave the country so you can get out of a break up talk? And, I especially don't like Mr. Woody Allen making these crazy/non-crazy distinctions. Again, which of the following is crazy: A) Being angry at your ex for sleeping with your daughter or B) Expecting your ex, who you left for her daughter, to be appreciative and accept when you offer her a role in your next movie? I will say that it is "crazy" for me to expect more from Woody Allen when it is very clear that neither of us is going to change anytime soon.