The point of this film to me is not at all about those iconic Woody Allen rambles and witty rants, nor the lovable and hateful expositions of the intellectuals that fill it up. It is this ubiquitous relationship of dislocation and helplessness and entanglement (all of which have nothing to do with the intellectual youth of literature and art).
Do they both fit together? From lobster catching to babbling walks and hugs in the sunset oh yes and sex that creates the most fun without laughing, it couldn't seem more in tune, but in fact these are the norm for any pair of lovers. And it's more of a complement from Ivey instructing Annie to read, encouraging her to sing, and advising her to get an education while Annie takes care of Ivey's life and emotionally tolerates his emotions.
Is complementarity a kind of harmony? I have no idea. I used to be obsessed with the so-called Michelangelo effect, but now I'm a little pessimistic. The pessimistic point lies in the dilemma mentioned above. When the state is good, I feel that all the dislocations soaked in the honey have been melted. When the state is not good, I just want to shout what the meaning of all this is. And the process of swinging in different states is too entangled and exhausting. This is really a universal love problem, you don't need to be a stupid intellectual to understand, trust me.
And life is worse than the movie is that there are no hero and heroine in life, no one has the aura of the protagonist, you don't know whether you are sticking to true love or trapping yourself in it. There is no way you can stand outside and watch the story without seeing the ending and then commenting on it. So this film is too poking, and I can't extricate myself from being brought into it.
[I remembered that old joke, you know, a guy went to a psychiatrist and he said, "Doctor, my brother is crazy, he thought he was a chicken." The doctor said, "Then why don't you put him Bring?" The guy said, "I want to bring him, but I need eggs." Look, I think that's how I feel about relationships right now, you know, it's totally irrational , crazy, even ridiculous, but I think we're still going through it all because most of us need eggs. ]
This famous joke adds the most desolate touch to the film. Instant hit. Couldn't be more disheartened.
ps, as a 1977 film, it's pretty cool too.
pps, as Woody Allen in 1977, is too handsome.
A few details: When I was
queuing up to buy movie tickets, there was a person next to me talking about film art and so on. I felt completely reminded of the Beijing Film Archive haha. Hacked a lot of people at random.
"You two look like a very happy couple, speak at why?"
"I'm very shallow and ignorant, have no idea, could not say what fun stuff."
"I did exactly the same."
Two people one person While looking for a psychiatrist to tell the scene, and the scene of their inner monologue on the plane. Hey. The dislocation is too clear, but there is an absurd tacit understanding based on the dislocation.
When we broke up and cleaned up the relics, I was still wearing a couple's outfit. BTW both of them look good.
After breaking up, I couldn't bear Missing and flew to find Annie. The first phone call after getting off the plane was still a quarrel. Hey. The most frustrating thing is now.
At the end of the credits, Woody Allen says, "I'm really happy to see Annie again. I realize what a wonderful person she is and what a pleasure it was to get to know her." Sounds so tender but It's a hard truth that you only think this way after a breakup.
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