I used to adore Woody Allen. He’s partly what made me started taking film more seriously as a child. I was in awe, so much that I would defend anything he was involved with. In a sixth grade list I made of the greatest movies, I put films like “Curse of the Jade Scorpion” on there. (Okay, maybe not that in awe.) Still, I found myself more comfortable in the neurotic persona I exhibited at the time. Today, I revisited a film I hadn’t seen since maybe seventh grade: Anything Else. I was loving it at the time, and didn’t bother returning to it until now. I realize as time moved on, Allen (although breaking it on occasion to make a great film) has devolved in his attempts to find wit out of the petty pseudo-intellectualism that began with Annie Hall. Firstly, he’s too old to play a lover, so he finds stars that have no merit as intellects (Jason Biggs, Will Ferrel, Owen Wilson) and has them spout lines that I can’t tell are either poor or just poorly delivered. Plus, these “intellectuals” care less about Dostoevsky and Proust, and more about getting it on with some even greater pseudo-intellectual shallow female who is supposed to be irresistible and ends up playing out as just plain petty. Come on, Woody. Are your characters supposed to be this contradictory? Thoughts....?
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 20:53:30 +0000
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