February 05, 2004

A New Woody Allen Film: Every Cineaste's Miserable Yearly Duty

Terry can't stand Woody Allen's films. Can't say I blame him. For my own part, Allen's been the one auteur whose films I go to see, even though there's about a 60% chance I'm going to be disappointed (a percentage that has risen considerably in the last decade). His unfortunate disaster-to-gold ratio has left me reluctant to revisit his ouevre. I haven't loved a single films of his since Everyone Says I Love You. But I still love Bananas, The Purple Rose of Cairo, Hannah and Her Sisters, Crimes and Misdemeanors, and Manhattan (and, hell, even Deconstructing Harry, which I hoped would usher in a more down-and-dirty Woody, but didn't). The titles in this bunch more than make up for such nauseating misfires as The Curse of the Jade Scorpion, Don't Drink the Water (1994), Celebrity, and Stardust Memories,, the insufferable Bergman clones (Interiors and Shadows and Fog), and the so-so attempts to find an "earlier, funnier" Woody that no longer exists (Manhattan Murder Mystery and Small Time Crooks).

Posted by DrMabuse at February 5, 2004 03:11 AM

Hey!! These be fightin' words. Lucky for y'all I'm busy as hell today ...

Stardust Memories is brilliant, and I'll arm wrestle you blindfolded over that one.

I do agree (to be fair), though, that the stuff since Everyone has, um, blown royally.

Late, must run. But ain't heard the last o' me ...

Posted by: TEV at February 5, 2004 09:00 AM

It was my miserably yearly duty until Curse of the Jade Scorpion. Then it became cruel and unusual torture, and I like to save that for my novel-writing.

Posted by: Nathalie Chicha at February 5, 2004 04:02 PM

Mark: And I'll sumo wrestle you, using what I have so far of this modest Guinness-enhanced waistline, that "Stardust" is nothing less than a meta-wankfest that's only of interest to Woody stalkers.

Chica: Let me put it to you this way. After seeing "Jade Scorpion," my buddies and I had to go see "Ghosts of Mars" immediately afterward to clear our heads of the migraines. When you're pining for a John Carpenter film (always a gamble), that's a pretty severe gag reflex.

Posted by: Ed at February 8, 2004 02:08 PM