I always feel that this is not a simple love film, but a film about self-knowledge and even knowledge of the world.
Alvy reads all kinds of advanced philosophy books, and can easily publish high-level thesis based on the topic of his graduation thesis, but he can't get along well with the world, and he can't even drive a car. It seems that knowledge has become the original sin here, and only shallow and empty people can enjoy love. Annie was attracted by his neuroticism at first, but finally chose to get out of the island and enjoy people, which she regarded as a big step. This seems to reflect two sides of a person. Back to the old philosophical question, being a miserable philosopher is still a happy pig.
New York and Los Angeles are roughly the representative cities of these two sides. All of Alvy's insights into death are worthless here, and the harsh sunlight is as simple and crude as those smirks. That's why he feels dizzy. But this is an era of mass entertainment after all, and the world belongs to Los Angeles.
In this way, it is not unreasonable for many philosophers to remain unmarried for life. But why, the more you love wisdom, the more hostile you are to this world.
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