ONCE AGAIN HE HIT IT DEAD ON.
Last night my friend "A" and
I went to see Blue Jasmine,
the new Woody Allen movie.
Cate Blanchett was absolutely
amazing in her modern day
Blanche Dubois-esque role.
The story rang a tad too true.
So many of my friends have
loved and lost... and learned.
It's funny, but every time after
I see a Woody Allen film, I feel like I'm living in one. The balance of our evening "A" and I dined at Cafe Luxembourg and chatted about life. Maybe it was the vino but oddly everything about our evening was totally "Woody". We could have been characters in one of his flicks!
Mr. Allen has the ability to uniquely capture Manhattanite life. We live in a melting pot. The intimacy of our urban existence throws all of us together. I often ride the subway carrying my Birkin and think nothing of it. And yet, many of my fellow passengers barely have enough cash for dinner. If I lived in a Woody Allen film, the tattered woman across the aisle might quip
"nice bag". In Blue Jasmine Woody chronicles how selfishly we live our lives never acknowledging the vast schism between "us" and "them".
Woody gets us. Thirty six years later, Annie Hall still resonates with me. It not only captured a moment of time, it reflected who I was and how I lived. Those characters were my friends, relatives, and lovers. Somehow his films validate me. After viewing one I feel a bit more special. Suddenly I'm interesting.
Not all of them are perfect, in fact some are lousy. Then suddenly, one comes out that truly hits us where it counts. Some day, anthropologists and historians will view Mr. Allen as the ultimate chronicler of our society.The Jane Austen of twenty first Manhattan.
"Love is too weak a word for what I feel -
I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two f's!"