Woody weekend

As I've mentioned before, I've not really ever recovered from the Woody Events of 1992, but this weekend, awake with a 3-month-old at 7 am, the Fire Stick Gods coughed out Alice (of which I watched 2/3), then Husbands and Wives (1/3) and Another Woman, which I watched fifteen minutes of because I liked Pauline Kael's snotty review.  What is wrong with me?