This film reminds me of the sad documentary made about Woody Allen and his daughter/wife and sister's trip through Europe when he was there on tour. Woody showed himself as totally self-absorbed, neurotic, self-centered and condescending. Ditto for Mr. Goldberg in Running with Bulls, which is also particularly childish and silly. I watched it but found it amazingly boring and stupid. Clearly, everyone surrounding him in the film felt the same way. Interestingly, Woody is so coddled by his daughter/wife and his sister that you wonder what other purposes they might have in their lives. If I had been there, instead of enabling him to be a total pain in the pa-toot, I'd say, "Oh Woody - get over yourself!" That's exactly how I felt about this film. Oh, Mr. Goldberg. You may only be half-Jewish, but you have every neurotic trait that Woody has made his business to expose about himself during his entire career. The difference is that Woody does it skillfully, while Goldberg does not. I can't help but think that someday Mr. Goldberg will look back on this work and shiver with embarrassment as one of the mistakes of his youth.
Review of Running with the Bulls
