If Woody Allen is giving up his shrink, surely anyone can. Vanessa Thorpe investigates

The new `Psycho' is like your old granny given a nightmare facelift and stuffed into a miniskirt

Monster! True Tales from a

The cult of celebrity is Woody Allen's latest target.

WOODY ALLEN: A BIOGRAPHY

Sir: Cameron Docherty (Film, 18 June) argues that Anne Heche should have stayed in the closet because we cannot believe her character is genuinely attracted to the character played by Harrison Ford (a man - damn!). Does this mean, for instance, that Woody Allen should never be involved with a woman his own age on screen because we all know Soon Yi is much younger? Should he worry about playing opposite non-Koreans?

THE RSC must be kicking itself. While it's doing Tennessee Williams, Samuel Beckett and Stephen Poliakoff, an American group has come up with a neat spin on the RSC's resident playwright. The Acting Company has commissioned and produced seven plays by American playwrights inspired by Shakespeare's sonnets. Three of the writers are Pulitzer Prize-winners (Tony Kushner, Wendy Wasserstein and Marsha Norman) and there are pieces, too, by Eric Bogosian, who wrote Talk Radio, and John Guare, who wrote Six Degrees of Separation. These peppy, off-beat playlets work very well together. Cheekily enough, the excellent Acting Company performs them, as part of the "Inventing America" season at the Barbican, in a venue the RSC has temporarily vacated, the Pit.

SCIENTISTS have confirmed what every Woody Allen fan knows - that women are too hot to handle.

You don't have to like Woody the man to like his movies. And his latest, `Deconstructing Harry', is a mighty feat of film-making. It's just a pity that Allen has to star in it as well

Manhattan is perfect for children. And don't worry: only the dinosaurs are scary, writes Anthony Daly

Woody Allen's repeated run-ins with the courts, mostly in his bitter custody battles with ex-love Mia Farrow, were enough to get him dropped from jury duty in New York.

TV's first all-Asian sketch show starts this month and, Sue Gaisford finds, the jokes aren't all about white lager louts

They may as well as have been the Waltons. They were 22 carat solid gold Christians and I was eating their turkey. Peter Moss recalls a Christmas past.

There are few things less absorbing than an LP's sleevenotes, so it's always a pleasant shock when the music obsessive's eyesight-jeopardising scrutiny of the small print is rewarded with anything worth reading. One such case is the intriguing dedication on 12Play, the record released in 1993 by Chicago's groin-rubbing swingbeat balladeer, R Kelly: "Shout out to my homie and good friend Tony Blair (the Beeper Daddy) - Page me later, Nigger." And you thought he was just a Paul Rodgers fan.