Still in the familiar New York City, a materialistic couple encounters the Woodys with the challenges of a midlife crisis. Woody uses his unique long-winded, but unconvincing literary spirit to join the detective action to prove that he is not weaker than Ted. Kidnappings and shootings in the end are not Woody's forte, the old theater with shattered glass and bullets shot through the screen. It's a bit illogical, but this is his usual literary and artistic style. You never know where his humour might come from the next second, maybe before he gets a glazier; these beautiful broken mirrors also witness Paul and his cheating model days. Woody's film has a lot of clues, maybe not so logical, but it's natural.
During the filming of the film, Woody Allen was discovered by Mia Farrow nude photos of his adopted daughter. The two fought a lawsuit and were questioned by various reporters, fighting for custody of their children. I don't think there's any reason for them to continue working on this movie, other than being extremely professional. In the film, the scene where the two broke out into a quarrel is really emotional. The boundaries between documentary and art are becoming less and less clear in his hands. If one day everyone will miss Woody, this film can be said to be his watershed.
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