Woody Allen’s films often appeal to the worst instincts of the very people many of his best films are about—those of us with what used to be known as a liberal arts education who are able to recognise allusions to writers, artists and movies. Indeed half the fun of films such as Annie Hall is watching the characters discuss art and literature. It goes further. If the movie reminds you of say, Ingmar Bergman, as Interiors certainly does, it is sure to be deliberate, with the director knowingly providing material for post-screening foyer discussions among film buffs. There is, of…