Spanish eyes…

At first glance, Vicky Cristina Barcelona doesn’t look like a regular Woody Allen movie. There is no soaring Manhattan skyline, no sign of Allen on screen and (almost) no neurotic psychoanalysing. In face Allen’s fourth in a quadrilogy of Europe-set movies (following Match Point, Scoop and Cassandra’s Dream) marks something of a brave new world for the 73-year-old direction, featuring as it does Spanish lotharios, lesbian dalliances and ménage a trois.

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