The odd thing about Annie Hall, the awarded production of 1977 by Woody Allen, is how modern and aged it is at the same time.
Regarding what is funny in this comedy, I think that only someone at the time or one that had lived that reality could relate properly to it. I could identify that there was a pun there, but I was unable to be touched by it every time. Some times, yes; others, no way. What was innovative here at the time is a Allen's trademark nowadays. It is something that someone familiar to his movies will never get back to, like a first kiss or the first time we were surprised by something.
On the other hand, there are timeless aspects in here, and because of it I got to the end nodding my head in astonishment. The character's development, the dialogues, the way a relationship is depicted, it is all there, in the true colors of almost 40 years ago.
It is important to add how incredible Diane Keaton is here. She's so young, and her scatterbrained Annie is so different from her usual roles. Another perk of going back in time through movies: seeing admired actors today the environment that made them what they are to us today.
I still love Manhattan more, though (sorry to add this futile commentary).
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| Annie Hall. Directed by Woody Allen. Cast: Diane Keaton, Woody Allen Tony Roberts (plus Christopher Walken and Jeff Goldblum in small cameos). Writers: Woody Allen, Marshall Brickman. USA, 1977, 93 min., Mono, Color (Netflix). |
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