It was funny, actually, but it was funny mostly because it points out that we are so hopelessly burdened by desire that laughing and suicide seem the only sensible responses. Perhaps art is the more useful response open to a few gifted people? Sometimes it seems miraculous that anyone is happy. Is Buddhism the answer?
One odd thing was the narration. I had an aural hallucination. It was not Woody Allen's voice, but I kept hearing it in his voice, because it was, in fact, his voice.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona was entertaining, but don't let anyone tell you it's a comedy.