One of about 12,775

This week’s issue of the New Yorker features a hilarious story by none other than Woody Allen about the sexual exploits of none other than Warren Beatty. In Star, Peter Biskind’s newish biography of Beatty, the author says the following of Beatty’s sexual appetite: “Beatty used to say that he couldn’t get to sleep at night without having sex. It was part of his routine, like flossing. […] Allowing for the stretches when he was with the same woman, more or less, we can arrive at a figure of 12,775 women, give or take.” Allen’s spoof of this Wilt Chamberlain-esque guesstimate is a ton of fun to read and somewhat germane to Allen’s 2008 film “Vicky Cristina Barcelona” and (I’m assuming) his upcoming “You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger,” which is set to premiere later this month at the Cannes Film Festival. Has Woody got a vocabulary or what?

Favorites from the decade that was

Fifty fillets of film, alphabetically ordered. Now I can finally get on with my life.