First, Woody said May. Then he said early August. A genius needs his time? Well, tomorrow Woody Allen will finally bestow his curse. The Curse of the Jade Scorpion, that is.

See it. Eat popcorn or your candy while watching a voluptuous Charlize Theron pull up her hose after getting blown off by Woody. It’s another morality play; but this time, Woody really didn’t do it.
Really.
Kind of.
Allen himself (with new ‘do), plays Briggs, an investigator in 1940s New York. He gets his leads from panhandlers (his top source is blind). Helen Hunt is an “efficiency expert,” a steely streamliner who’s sleeping with boss Dan Aykroyd.

Both Allen and Hunt are put under a spell by a Houdini-cum-jewel thief at an after-work party (oh, like this never happened to you). Expect many of the old jokes, but expect to laugh. Even when the joke’s on you.

Book your tickets in advance. You’re not the only one spending a weekend in the city “to get stuff done.”