I started watching Woody Allen movies somewhere around Shadows and Fog, and worked my way backwards from there through the classic stuff. I liked some of his mid-90s work (Mighty Aphrodite, Everyone Says I Love You), but have been pretty much indifferent since Celebrity.

So tonight I’m under the weather, sitting around watching Melinda and Melinda, which I never bothered to see and which happened to be on cable. And I realize that up until now, the people in Woody Allen films have always been grown-ups. As in older than me, people I might or might not want to be like someday. (Generally not.) And now, all of a sudden, the people on the screen are my age. Which would appear to indicate that I am, by chronological measure, a grown-up.

This fact has been pointed out to me before, but these repetitive realizations are terrible little moments.