I haven't seen The Great Gatsby yet, but I can tell already that it just doesn't add up. The production seems to have missed the point—it's not about the glitz and glamor and pop songs—it's about the death of dreams and the danger of being
I have never been much of a Woody Allen fan and if you were to ask me why, I would respond with, “I don’t know.” Of the handful of Allen films I’ve seen — and I do really mean a handful, as I’ve only seen six — I’ve enjoyed them. I know that probably makes me a bad cinephile, and I have no real excuse for myself. I am going to be off work recovering from surgery for basically the entire month of December, so perhaps I will make it a project to have a marathon of Allen’s movies. I’ll add it to the marathon of Ingmar Bergman movies I have planned.
One of the Allen films I have seen, and absolutely love, is Hannah and Her Sisters (1986). In fact, of the few Allen movies I’ve watched, this one is probably my favorite. Incidentally, I recently heard actor/director/screenwriter Ed Burns reveal on the Filmspotting podcast that Hannah and Her Sisters is his favorite Allen movie, too, so I guess I’m in good company.
I will admit that I was a little hesitant to write about this film for Soundtrack Saturday, mostly because I know Allen has such a rabid fan base who would no doubt school me on my lack of Allen knowledge. But, after watching the film again and listening to the soundtrack, I knew I couldn’t pass it up.