deep in my heart

Damon 2022-03-14 08:01:02

Around the 79th minute, the mother went straight to the gloomy sea. The camera cuts to the sleeping two daughters and husband. No, no long takes, a passage that could have used long takes to add to the poetic beauty of the film. The shots are cut just right. Desperate mother to the grey sea, lover of father with orange-red shawl floating in the air. The orange-red, in the overall background of gray depression, appears so bright and vivid. death, woman, sea.

It's the only Woody Allen movie that doesn't use jazz in the opening and closing credits, and doesn't use any music at all. The film opens with a close-up of Joey, a mother of three gazing deeply at the beach. The second daughter, Joey, is a copy and continuation of her mother's life. There's a sequence where Joey says I've spent my life trying to avoid being a mom, and Diane Keaton's eldest daughter says to Joey, look at yourself, you're her now. And Renada, the eldest daughter of the poet, has similar fears in her heart. Here is a fragment I like very much—



As a daughter, I avoided becoming a mother all my life. From a certain point of view, this seems cruel - the image of a mother, in the heart of her daughter, is imperfect, even so sad.

The film ends with three daughters staring at the sea. The eldest daughter Lenada said "very peaceful", the camera went dark, and the movie ended.

As one of the few non-comedy films of Woody Allen, it is generally well done. Woody Allen, he's actually very good at deep stuff, but comedy chose him. In my opinion, aside from Bergman's borrowings from Woody Allen, "Inside My Heart" is a very good film for him, by any measure.

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  • Renata: We never see Marion and Gail. I don't understand. You used to like them!

    Frederick: I can't stand them. They're so enthusiastic. College kids. I get embarrassed!

    Renata: Oh, well, don't get embarrassed. Don't come. Stay home, drink yourself unconscious. That's one of the cliches of being a novelist you've had no problem with.

    Frederick: Yeah, I sure can drink.

  • Mike: I love you, Joey.

    Joey: Why do you stick with me? I give you nothing but grief!