The world's most neurotic filmmaker comes to Harvard May 10. We spoke to him about his latest film.

Every actor salivates at the thought of working with Woody Allen. For the past thirty five years, Allen has been the one force of consistency in a medium that is starting to lend itself to more and more adulterated studio projects each year. But every twelve months, we get a movie that's 100% Woody-his writing, his directing, his singular vision. There's no question that Woody Allen is a comic genius, the type of artist that we take for granted because he is so prolific. Woody, of course, disagrees. His modesty isn't an act. He genuinely believes that he is, in fact, a "failed artist."

I sat down with Woody this past weekend at the posh Regency Hotel in New York City to discuss his new film, Small Time Crooks-a fun, fluffy caper that he's taking to colleges around the country for question and answer sessions with the students. He'll visit Harvard's Film Archive on Tuesday night.

WA: Excuse me, I have a cold. But don't worry. I won't get you sick. It sounds worse than it is.

THC: It's hard to think of your films as anything but your own distinctively original creations. But this one has some familiar hints of other movies - even something like Mastroanni's Big Deal on Madonna Street?