This is supposedly the remnants of the murder mystery subplot that was removed from Annie Hall, and I find that all too believable. It felt to me like a lazy assemblage of conversational punning and some frustratingly stagnanat cinematography. It was also repetitive, and Allen is at his most fervant and whiny, second to Shadows and Fog. I’m a fan of his work, and his neuroticism is trademark, but once he gets on the whiny trip I have a hard time with it. Keaton is adorable, and Alda is good, and the climactic scene with the mirrors behind the movie screen is very cool and somewhat symbolic. Not bad, just half-assed.