We are asked to suspend our distain for the scandal that Allen has been embroiled in with Farrow in order to still call ourselves Woody Allen fans. The art and the artist are not one and the same. We can enjoy his genius while we question, or are even repulsed by the accusations made against him. Rainy Day in New York was a joy to watch, with his usual love letter to NYC cinematography and the depth of the actors performances. It was classic Allen, witty and intellectual. One would be hard pressed to believe that these young people would be so fluid in references to music, culture and literature that were made decades before their birth (the jazz references where fine, any young musician knows the jazz greats), but it didn't matter. The film took us on a typical Allen ride through Manhattan, through relationships (yes tilted again toward a younger woman and older men, but she was of age at 21) and the angst of a young lost soul trying to find his authentic way in life. I found it to be very entertaining and charming.