Play it again, Woody. Allen and his now platonic sidekick Diane Keaton portray a contemporary urban couple afflicted with all his familiar obsessions—death, movies, sex, analysis and obsession itself. If this is all déjà vu it is also déjà proven funny, and this time Alien has a better-than-usual backup cast including Shelley Duvall, Paul Simon, Tony Roberts and Colleen Dewhurst. Marshall McLuhan appears briefly as a lukewarm medium for a message about intellectual snobbery. (PG)

Animator Ralph Bakshi (Fritz, the Cat) creates sci-fi landscapes that make you want to say Hello, Dali! But despite hordes of cartoon characters and what is for the raunchy Bakshi a cleaned-up act, the Wizards aren't very magical. This is the kind of cartoon that when your mom yelled, "Turn off the TV, it's time for dinner," you didn't mind. (PG)

Another Disney variation on the beloved-animals-in-peril theme, this time with ponies in an English mining town. The all-British cast (only the late Alastair Sim is familiar) includes the inevitable mischievous but cuddly little boy. The film otherwise avoids the virulent case of the cutes that afflicts many Disney films. (G)

Bernie Casey, once a pass receiver for the Rams and 49ers, proves—mirabile dictu—that some ex-footballers can act. Unfortunately, he's picked the wrong movie: a wanly disguised recap of the George Jackson (Soledad Brother) case and the arrest of Angela Davis (played by the flossy Vonetta McGee). Ironically, the real issue—whether Jackson was the victim of white prejudice—is buried by an unrelieved, black-is-infallible racism. (R)

A gently funny, gently sexy and sometimes gently dumb film about an underground newspaper in Boston. Director Joan Silver (who did Hester Street) rounded up an extraordinarily attractive cast of young actors, including Lindsay Crouse (Slap Shot), Gwen Welles (the reluctant stripper in Nashville), Jill Eikenberry (TV's The Deadliest Season), Jeff Goldblum (Nashville's cyclist) and John Heard, a stage veteran making an impressive movie debut. (R)

Still bonkers, Sissy (Carrie) Spacek rooms with kindhearted loser Shelley Duvall, her co-worker in a Desert Springs bathhouse for arthritics. They are joined by Janice Rule (the pregnant wife of their mutual man), who paints lizardlike figures on the bottoms of swimming pools. Duvall is impressive, and the drugged pace is vintage Robert Altman (Nashville, California Split). But Charlie's Angels devotees will find this trio fluffless. (PG)

Although it has all the right ingredients: a more or less plausible plot (Nazi paratroopers attempt to kidnap Churchill), crackerjack actors (Michael Caine, Donald Sutherland, Robert Duvall), and spiffy lenswork, this ends up another big budget film with a low return. A could-have-been thriller that isn't. (PG)