Compared to the romance and freshness of Woody's new works, such as Midnight Paris, I prefer his self-hating look in the 1980s and 1990s. Especially this Deconstructing Harry. Although when I think that many of Woody's works are semi-autobiographical in themselves, I can't help but dislike him from a female's point of view. It is his little old man who does not have three views, does not believe in love, and is self-destructive. Women still love him and forgive him. At the end of the movie, even he forgave himself.
In the age of hippie and sexual liberation, feelings seem to be far less than human nature. Woody's rants have changed from unforgettable to understatement. The corners of the mouth couldn't help but joking. But you love me, I don’t love you, you don’t love me, and I think I love you again. In the end, there are really no prostitutes convenient and caring. Suddenly thought, is this still the inner monologue of most men?
Boogie is nothing great.
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