I love Woody Allen.I love "Getting Even".
I've loved all of his movies and I start to panic somewhat when I think about his mortality and what cinematic life will be like once he's no longer making movies.
I just watched "September" and it's one of the best movies I've ever seen in my life. I'm so over the moon about it that I don't even know where to begin, but I'll try.
The acting was phenomenal. The initial scenes between Dianne Wiest and Sam Waterston are the epitome of sexual tension and the pretense of restraint. I actually paused the movie to write down the following dialogue by Dianne Wiest:
"My husband's a wonderful man. He's bewildered because I wanted the summer apart. He's a radiologist. He takes x-rays but I never let him take them of me because if he looked inside he'd see things that he wouldn't understand and he'd be terribly hurt.
You know, somewhere along the line I just started going through the motions of my life. I've just longed so to hear certain things said to me again. I want so much to respond but I can only run.
I can only run. That's all I can do."
Yeah. I was pretty much apoplectic at that point. And Jane Cecil who plays Mia Farrow's mother? Just fantastic. The vibrancy, the way she affects such nonchalance and washes her hands of all the guilt that she deserves to bear for destroying her daughter's mental state. Ah gad. The final scene as the pan along the shelves, and what is prominently displayed there? You'll just have to watch the movie.
Two segments really stand out for me: when Mia Farrow talks about killing herself and Dianne Wiest asks her if she really wants to do it and Mia Farrow says that her problem is that she's always wanted to live; and when sitting at the table, after the maelstrom, with Wiest again, she has this totally vacuous and utterly despondent look.
Ah. Ah. Everything about this movie. The house, the music, the discussions, the conversations. It's goddamn genius.
It's interludes like this in my life that, while making me cry, make me so happy that there are films like this out there. That there's beautiful music and wonderful books.
I'm just in utter awe of people that create such meaningful, nuanced, carefully constructed and perfectly executed things.
That's it.
Just: thank you, Woody Allen.
I just watched "September" and it's one of the best movies I've ever seen in my life. I'm so over the moon about it that I don't even know where to begin, but I'll try.
The acting was phenomenal. The initial scenes between Dianne Wiest and Sam Waterston are the epitome of sexual tension and the pretense of restraint. I actually paused the movie to write down the following dialogue by Dianne Wiest:
"My husband's a wonderful man. He's bewildered because I wanted the summer apart. He's a radiologist. He takes x-rays but I never let him take them of me because if he looked inside he'd see things that he wouldn't understand and he'd be terribly hurt.
You know, somewhere along the line I just started going through the motions of my life. I've just longed so to hear certain things said to me again. I want so much to respond but I can only run.
I can only run. That's all I can do."
Yeah. I was pretty much apoplectic at that point. And Jane Cecil who plays Mia Farrow's mother? Just fantastic. The vibrancy, the way she affects such nonchalance and washes her hands of all the guilt that she deserves to bear for destroying her daughter's mental state. Ah gad. The final scene as the pan along the shelves, and what is prominently displayed there? You'll just have to watch the movie.
Two segments really stand out for me: when Mia Farrow talks about killing herself and Dianne Wiest asks her if she really wants to do it and Mia Farrow says that her problem is that she's always wanted to live; and when sitting at the table, after the maelstrom, with Wiest again, she has this totally vacuous and utterly despondent look.
Ah. Ah. Everything about this movie. The house, the music, the discussions, the conversations. It's goddamn genius.
It's interludes like this in my life that, while making me cry, make me so happy that there are films like this out there. That there's beautiful music and wonderful books.
I'm just in utter awe of people that create such meaningful, nuanced, carefully constructed and perfectly executed things.
That's it.
Just: thank you, Woody Allen.
2 comments:
I think you may have just found your calling.... movie critic. That was very interesting, the way you described this movie and added quotes. I never really cared for Woody Allen that much, and I've never seen this movie, but now after reading this.... hmmmm. And it's not the first time you have done this... you seem to 'sell' lots of movies I've forgotten about or never thought about, books too. You need a catch to get you into the local paper, something like Video Store Movie Critic.... you'll re-inform the public about movies they forgot were out there. Don't ask me how you approach the editor of the local paper.... you just need to be doing it, you are a VERY good writer.
email me your address to send the socks, they'll be done this weekend. judithcruzan@yahoo.com
Okes.
I'm back.
Now it's time to catch up with all your posts.
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