You either like Woody Allen or you don't, and at this late stage of the game, nothing can really be written to either persuade or dissuade you from seeing his newest bodice-ripper, Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Lately (in the last two decades) Allen's been more hit-and-miss, but hey, Match Point was a great thriller; Anything Else, not so much.

So if you're on the fence about seeing Allen's latest offering, his set diary might persuade you. Or, equally likely, it might not.

Allen's scribblings are a litmus test to see if you like that kind of broad, Russian humor he specializes in as a writer (Love and Death being his pièce de résistance for Chekov/Tolstoy jokes). And sure, blah blah blah he's obsessed with ScoJo and young women, but at least the guy can make fun of himself:

"Blogs" Allen:

Made love with Scarlett and Penélope simultaneously in an effort to keep them happy. Ménage gave me great idea for the climax of the movie. Rebecca kept pounding on the door, and I finally let her in, but those Spanish beds are too small to handle four, and when she joined, I kept getting bounced to the floor.

If you're going to give your money to Tropic Thunder or Hamlet 2 this weekend, it might behoove you to remember that those self-referential absurdist comedies all take a page out of Woody's book. Plus, Javier Bardem? Actually super-hot when he's not sporting that stupid haircut from No Country for Old Men.

Meanwhile, here's Hollywood's attempt at convincing you: