on Woody Allen

He has an uncanny ability to be right about all the wrong things. Makes me laugh about things I should be crying on. The one (and the only memorable one) to successfully break the fourth wall in a film! There’s almost no better pick-me-up than an Allen film when you are low. More so because, it picks you up and still leaves you depressed (as in Annie Hall). Perfect Cocaine, helps you and harms you. 🙂

I just saw Annie Hall again. I do not know what to say, I am feeling good and bad at the same time. Here, let me paraphrase:

Alvy and Annie shake hands and kiss each other friendly like.  Annie crosses
the street, Alvy watching her go.  Then he turns, and slowly walks down the
street off screen.  His voice is heard over the scene:

			After that it got pretty late.  And we
			both hadda go, but it was great seeing
			Annie again, right?  I realized what a
			terrific person she was and-and how much
			fun it was just knowing her and I-I
			thought of that old joke, you know,

this- this-this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy. He thinks he’s a chicken.” And, uh, the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” And the guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.” Well, I guess that’s pretty much how how I feet about relationships. You know, they’re totally irrational and crazy and absurd and … but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us need the eggs.

					THE END