I'm obsessed with Woody Allen, presumably having this restless and calm soul, keeping the thirst for the greatest propositions and the wonderful fireworks of living in reality.
This is probably the first black-and-white film I've ever watched. Allen's early film, Manhanttan (1979).
Naked and relentless self-criticism: "He was given to fits of rage, Jewish liberal paranoia, male chauvinism, self righteous misanthropy and nihilistic moods of despair. He had complaints about life, but never any solutions. He longed to be an artist, but balked at necessary sacrifices. In his most private moments, he spoke of his fear of death which he elevated to tragic heights when, in fact, it was just a narcissism. "
The most resonant answer to "Why is life worth living?": "Well, there're certain things that I guess make it worthwhile. Like what? For me, I would say, Groucho Marx, to name one thing.. and Willie Mays, and the second movement of the Jupiter Symphony, and er.. Louie Armstrong recording of "Potatohead Blues", Swedish movies, naturally, Sentimental Education by Flaubert, Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra, those incredible apples and peas by Cezanne, the crabs at Sam Wo's, Tracy's face.."
and Mariel Hemingway's little daisy ending: "Not everybody gets corrupted. God, you have to have a little faith in people."
Yale shouted to Issac, We are human beings. You think yourself a god.
Allen is a bit narcissistic, but who doesn't think he is the embodiment of God.
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