I went to see Irrational Man at the famous Angelika Theater in Soho. When I arrived I was a tad scared as I saw a huge line outside the theater. Maybe, I was channeling my inner Woody Allen — you know the scene in Annie Hall where he almost has a heart attack when an arrogant loudmouth behind him is giving his two cents on a director’s newest picture. Anyways, I came soon to find out that the line wasn’t for the movie. I pleasantly asked the clerk for one ticket to the 7:15 showing.