Oh, Woody Allen, you're so hit and miss.
About twenty minutes into the movie my friend said he couldn't tell where the movie was going. After it ended, I still couldn't tell where it was going. I also don't know why it was called Interiors.
It had a lot of little (like, thirty seconds long) scenes that didn't seem to have anything to do with anything and were never brought up again. They were the serious, boring version of Big Lipped Alligator Moments.
Interiors is yet more evidence that Woody Allen was a pioneer in the Some Shit That Happened genre.
I wasn't a fan. But there is a character named Pearl who is a jovial old rich lady and I plan on being her someday.
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