How many times have I skimmed 8-page articles, groaning at the minute detail with which Calendar went into the life and times of Burt Reynolds, Sylvester Stallone or the complete history of L.A. radio?
And the one time when I was actually looking foward to a mega-article (I even got up early to read it), I was given a paltry 1 1/2 pages.
I'm referring, of course, to the much-advertised scoop on that most deserving subject, Woody Allen ("The Other Sides of Woody," by Charles Champlin, Feb. 8). Where were the interviews of everyone he's ever worked with, and the excruciatingly detailed background synopses when I wanted them? I'm hoping it was all just a ruse to whet my appetite for "Woody: The Sequel."