"Nothing! Nothing!" Woody Allen pays obnoxiously awkward, self-absorbed and name-dropping tribute to Ingmar Bergman in today's New York Times. I cannot resist quoting from this self-contradictory paragraph:

"[C]ertainly Bergman’s movies will live on and will be viewed at museums and on
TV and sold on DVDs, but knowing him, this was meager compensation, and I am
sure he would have been only too glad to barter each one of his films for an
additional year of life. This would have given him roughly 60 more birthdays to
go on making movies; a remarkable creative output. And there’s no doubt in my
mind that’s how he would have used the extra time, doing the one thing he loved
above all else, turning out films."