Another film that is, to me, underrated. I was ugly crying so much. Maybe I'm just an emotional flower who wants to fall in love on a rainy night in a cozy Vermont cabin. Or maybe this film, with its perfect location and wonderful cast and great music and heart wrenching lines, is damn good.
Maybe halfway through watching September I realized why its one of the Woody Allen movies you never hear about. While its a competent movie with a great cast (excellent performance from Mia Farrow and Elaine Stritch stole the show) its just not that engaging and that moment where you want to throw your arms around the movie just never happens. It just feels like a movie adaptation of a kind of dull play.
One of Allen's very very worst films, and that's really saying something. Painful. The cast does its very best, but they can't escape the banality of the dialogue and the essenital whiniess of the characters.