I saw To Rome, With Love yesterday…
The shots of Rome were beautiful.
The shots of Penelope Cruise were beautiful.
Alec Baldwin was in it.
But all in all… I want that 2 hours of my life back.
I think Woody Allen has a lot of talent. He’s way creepy, but he’s got talent. He’s funny, he’s classic, he’s got ingenuity, and he’s made some pretty great films. (He’s made a lot of bad ones too, don’t get me wrong.)
My real problem arises when he is in the films.
Woody Allen has a great mind, but when he’s on screen his one-note neuroses become exhaustive and agitating.
All my favorite Woody Allen movies have one thing in common – No Woody Allen.
The Purple Rose of Cairo embodies those same elements of magic and wit, and has such a sweet and romantic tone to it. AND no Woody Allen.
Bullets Over Broadway is hilarious and over the top and a fantastic story. AND no Woody Allen.
Do you see the trend developing?
Ok, Woody – I’ll throw you Annie Hall. You got me there.