I was really taken with this silly little show at 59E59. British writer-director Janey Clarke has smartly and stylishly adapted six of Woody Allen's early short stories for The New Yorker and added sultry jazz as incidental music. Some of the acting is sophomoric, and just as many jokes fail as fly, but there really is something utterly appealing about the piece. Of the actors, the former alternative rock musician Mary Fahl (in her theatrical debut) makes the biggest impression. Her raspy alto makes her sound like the love child of Karen Akers and Cleo Laine. She could have a fine career in musical theatre.