Last night I saw To Rome With Love. It's a good movie, even if for Woody Allen it gets almost as silly as some of his earliest stuff in parts. The old man is getting nostalgic, but he's becoming less self-obsessed. You can see it as a continuation on a theme as the excellent Midnight in Paris, but that movie could only take place in Paris. This didn't need to be Rome, but it's still worthy.
And has it been only a few years that Penelope Cruz added breast implants and tried to take over Salma Hayek's old roles?