“Rainy Day in New York” had better be good. Because Woody Allen will probably never make and release another film. His legacy has been tarred with child sexual abuse allegations, and whether you believe the victim or wonder if this is Mia Farrow’s ultimate revenge, he is finished as a filmmaker, a very old man whose movies were once the toast of Oscar night and which had generations of actors clamoring for the chance to star in one.
His final film opens in Italy, for sure. And a few other markets.