Of course I had to see this. On the very day that I arrive for my L.A. vacation, one of the world's most celebrated (and controversial) movie directors indulging his hobby at the intimate Royce Hall on the UCLA campus. It was fun, if a little short on personality. While Allen's clarinet solos won't make anyone forget Benny Goodman, he is actually pretty good (though he did have occasional trouble hitting the high notes). The setlist was a mix of old New Orleans-style jazz and blues standards that were hits by the likes of Bing Crosby and Jelly Roll Morton once upon a long ago. The band were all very good players, and all but Allen took turns occasionally serenading the audience. I had hoped for some info on the songs, but Allen kept his commentary limited to the welcome at the start of the show and the band intros at the end. A young couple seated next to me left less than halfway through the 90 min. show; one wonders what they thought the show was going to be since the type on the ticket didn't leave anything to the imagination. Oh, well. I'm very glad I went.