A stream-of-consciousness chronicle of the ill-fated relationship between Alvy and Annie (Diane Keaton, sublime), Annie Hall is cheerful and full of learned, urbane wit. Yet an air of melancholy is omnipresent.
The result is one of film’s great love stories, a funny, tender tribute to one very specific, goofily lovely woman that also speaks to all the loves we’ve ever lost, thanks to a built-in running commentary (including jokes and asides Singer delivers to the camera) on everything from the nature of love to the perils of living too much in your head.
The shiksa-seduction field guide par excellence, ANNIE HALL is so meticulous in the formalities of this particular form of traditional interethnic liaison (tennis dates; going out to depressing art-house documentaries; recommending morbid philosophy at the bookshop) that it can be difficult to determine whether the film originated the technique or merely popularized it.
rewatched. It's, of course, a key film in Allen's work and the leap for another phase, the finale with Diane Keaton and the way to Mia Farrow series. It turns out that it's a cumulative work, little wise in the articulation of its different components - a mixture of "Smultronstället" with "Amarcord" that is constantly expository and not nuanced. The final frame, a sequence-scene, is wonderful...
I don't hate it, but I was also greatly annoyed by it. It just feels like Allen took his different icons and tosses their quotes left, right and center to have some dept. I just don't think this narcissistic pain in the neck is funny. Then there are the scenes that feel cheap. Am I supposed to laugh at a guy who's suicidal? If so, then give that joke a point by adding context. The couple also feels like a weak joke.
Woody Allen's classic romantic comedy about a neurotic New Yorker trying to navigate a relationship with a free spirited bohemian remains perhaps the genre's greatest achievement. At once romantic, hilarious, and emotionally searing, Allen's singular insight into what makes relationships tick is always brilliantly on the nose.
I agree with Marta, this is so overrated. Two of most annoying characters in cinema history, I literally yelled at the screen in the middle for them to "shut the fuck up!" Their constant, incessant whining made me want to go listen to Morrissey (I hate Morrissey).
"When my mother took me to see snow white, everyone fell in love with snow white and i fell for the wicked queen!" They talk, talk and talk... And God, how they do it fantastically. An absolute masterpiece.
Funny at times, but boring at times either. I love the cleverly funny lines and the chemistry between the 2 lead actors..overall, its good, but its just not my cup of coffee..It should be a book, not a motion picture.