Humor is dangerous. A joke that misfires is a social disaster but to make a joke you have to take that risk. Every time Allen made his «hang-ups» and his «fish on a hook Jewishness» into comedy, he challenged a social convention. Bullets Over Broadway takes no such risks. Those who hope to glimpse the real Woody Allen in this movie will have a difficult task. Part of him might be the Mensch David and part might be the Übermensch Cheech. But the most telling feature of this film is his absence. Perhaps because his clowning can no longer conceal his vulnerability, the real Woody Allen has gone into hiding.

Fra Alan A. Stones «Where’s Woody?» publisert i Boston Review