I mentioned The Purple Rose of Cairo in the last year’s post about cinema. The sentence from Annie Hall about a relationship being like a shark that dies unless it moves possesses that powerful blend of humour and profound wisdom that is usually acquired through some rather sad experiences or gloomy observations. And the wrestling scene from Bananas is a brilliant jeer at the familial relationships – and it reminds me of another satyrical scene about family life from La Citta delle Donne (The City of Women) by Federico Fellini.
Most recently I’ve seen Manhattan. I watched it on the big screen, at Manchester’s Cornerhouse. Being a maverick, I watched two films in one day, which I mentioned in this post about the role of sound and colour in films (which was to an extent inspired by that day at the movies) – I saw Manhattan first, and then I watched David Lynch’s Eraserhead. I must sincerely admit that Eraserhead pretty much erased the impression of Allen’s film – except for its opening scene, which has long entered the annals of cinema as one of the best opening scenes ever. Its magical blend of music and the monochrome shots of New York is the perfect portrait of the city “that never sleeps”.
I didn’t intend to list all Woody Allen’s films I’ve seen since 2004 – I only mentioned those that I find corresponding with some of my own views, thoughts, experiences. Simply put, although I’m not Woody Allen, I can be just as clumsy, head-in-the-clouds, doubting, soul-searching, quirky person. Since I’m a woman, we should probably multiply all the above-mentioned qualities at least by two. But all that is hidden underneath, in the internal dialogue with my own self that will remain unheard and unseen, unless I put it in the subtitles (like in Annie Hall). On the surface I’ve got wisdom, buoyancy, even bravura, and the sense of humour for which the Sags are renowned. Life is full of duality for us, you see, but it’s a Sag life, after all.
Happy birthday, Mr Allen!