Prominent neurotic Woody Allen has written a fake production diary in support of Vicky Cristina Barcelona, and it's just as absurd and self-deprecating as you'd think it would be:
Barcelona is a marvelous city. Crowds turn out in the streets to watch us work. Mercifully they realize I’ve no time to give autographs, and so they ask only the cast members. Later I handed out some 8-by-10 photos of myself shaking hands with Spiro Agnew and offered to sign them, but by then the crowd had dispersed.
Filmed at La Sagrada Familia, Gaudi’s masterpiece. Was thinking I have much in common with the great Spanish architect. We both defy convention, he with his breathtaking designs and me by wearing a lobster bib in the shower.
Do you think there might be parts where he talks about having sex with Scarlett Johansson and Penélope Cruz? Of course there are. That's why it's classic Woody.
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