She: 'You haven't had sex in 200 years!?!?' He: '204, if you count my marriage'. Woody Allen's Rip Van Winkle movie, in which his Greenwich Village jazz musician /health food faddist awakes from an accidental cryogenic immersion to find that he's in 2174 in a society obsessed with pleasure. Plenty of one-liners and the Orgasmatron and other devices give Allen plenty of oppurtunity for mime. Pure, unadulterated Woody Allen at his funniest.