The ever lasting undying passion for Woody
Yesterday evening I went to the pictures.
I love love going to see films, especially here in Paris where you can still find old cinemas that still look like theatres, where you feel that going to watch a movie is still an exeptional experience. Because it just IS.
I went to my local MK2 cinema on Beaumarchais where all films are in their original version and I love that. To hear voiceovers and translsations takes so much of the magic out of a storyline for me.
The film or rather documentary I have been wanting to see is finally released here:
Woody Allen, a Documentary by Robert B. Weide.
It recaps the whole of Allen’s life but also most of his most important work. He is interviewed and followed; crucial people in Woody’s life are interviewed (his mother, Diane Keaton, his agents, producers, even a priest who gives his opinion on Woody’s work and existential dilemnas). His eternal debate about the meaning of life, existance, why he is HERE is the steady undercurrent in this doc but then, so is it the undercurrent of all his work. My favourite: Manhattan Murder Mystery for its burlesque quality and Woody’s ever lasting comical neurosis and the gorgeous presence of Keaton and Angelica Houston.
I loved this, if you can and have not already, go go go and see it.
You will come out having laughed out loud and pondering also on what makes us all tick.