Some people love Woody Allen and his films, they find him intelligent, hilarious and incredibly witty. I'm not one of those people. Annie Hall sees woody at his most stereotypical, quoting european arthouse films and generally congratulating himself on being a filmmaker. The Jewish shtick fails every time, his neuroses is clearly an act that's worked time and again for him but personally i cant stand it. This film has no point other than to let us see woody Allen being neurotic and miserable at relationships, then he dresses the whole thing up as a pathetic truism that should chime for most people. Bookended by bad jokes the film never leaves first gear plodding through evermore self indulgent monologues from woody to such an extreme that i looked at my watch when i was only half an hour into the film. For Allen fans this must be like catnip for kittens, but i'm too cynical too unsympathetic and too un-american for his cheap gimmicks.
15/05/08 @ 19:30