When watching this film, released in 1986 and one of Woody Allen's best, it is tempting to try to figure which character--beyond Mickey-- really personifies the director. Perhaps it is several -- Elliot, of course--consider the timing of this film--but also Frederick and to some extent, Lee. It can be somewhat painful to watch Mia Farrow's Hannah's inner turmoil -- a turbulence that would soon not be so inner. This is all just a backward glace and idle speculation.
The film is brilliant and also vastly enjoyable as a slice of the 1980's Manhattan it offers: An independent bookstore, now defunct; SoHo before it became glitzified; Movie houses that screened movies from the past; a fledging warehouse clothing store.
On the whole Hannah and Her Sisters is a nourishingly satisfying compact loaf of life sandwiched between two Thanksgivings. Thanks to Turner Classic Movies for showing it twice this week.
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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