By Keith Uhlich
It's tempting, one must admit, to mangle the title of Woody Allen's latest trifle and let it stand as a review. To wit: Pooper Scoop. But professionalism dictates we delve further (if only briefly) into the increasingly uninteresting and profoundly disinterested mind of a filmmaker with nothing more to say, and whose primary concern of late appears to be scheduling his movies' release dates around the summer and winter solstice.
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