Never Put Them in the Refrigerator

For some reason, maybe obvious ones, Woody Allen came up in several conversations when I was in New York. In theory, I can no longer stand him and have held off seeing Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona, yet many of his movies -- if only for some of the great female leads and interiors -- are still very special to me.

One of my absolute favorites is the oddly obscure and hard to find at a reasonable price 1996 flick, Everyone Says I Love You. I prefer this somewhat homespun, haphazard approach to musicals where people do really seem to burst into song in real voices.

One of my favorite scenes is this one when the neighbor kids come tick-or-treating, each with a short musical number. For some reason, that wonderful looking entry and hall with the checkerboard tile floor have been in my head for a decade as what I want mine to look like. After years of enduring some hideous carpet, I plan to make that transition later this month or next. I doubt it will be ready for the neighbor kids to do the same number, but I hope next year that little Tasmin next door performs this tune with a couple of the Oaxacan boys down the street.