Woody Allen’s early 70’s portmanteau about sex has long been held-up as a comic gem, and I remember enjoying it when I first watched it 20 or so years ago, but this time round a lot simply fell flat and I didn’t find myself laughing all that much. The more celebrated sketches – which include Gene Wilder falling in love with a sheep and a Numbskulls-style scenario in which Burt Reynolds barks orders to a man’s brain and Allen plays a sperm about to head off into the unknown – are still pretty good, but the fact is there’s rather a lot of filler here that doesn’t quite measure up. The settings and ideas are varied, at least. Sorry! (**½)