Suggests, is worthy of I.B. Singer’s Gimpel the Fool! Lots of very good jokes here—”she looked like something you might find at a live bait shop,” or gangster profanity under the influence of helium gas—but the quiet desperations and ultimately prevailing decencies end up carrying the day. The Italian and Jewish stereotypes that Allen quite pointedly indulges in are very interesting. They’re burlesque-excessive, but they’re also informed by real affection, and considerable cultural knowledge. So, I would say, acceptable. Please notice that shot in the bathroom. Mia Farrow! Very beautifully filmed, very deeply felt. One of Woody’s best—a small, simple, really great movie.