'what are you doing saturday night ?' 'committing suicide.' 'what about friday night ?'

I know I shouldn't like this movie because...you know...Woody Allen. But fuck it, I did!

I love Woody Allen movies, and even though he was not the director, it still feels every bit like one of his movies. In fact, it's almost like a test run for _Annie Hall_. The chemistry between Allen, and Keaton is electric, and she was such a babe back in the day. The wardrobes are fantastic, particularly on Keaton. The humor was a bit of a hybrid for Allen, combining his dark comedy with physical goofiness. There is perhaps the best set up to a joke during a scene at an art museum - the writing is just pure genius. Not much to say about this one. Just classic Woody Allen. Very funny. Having Humphrey Bogart as an angel - or perhaps devil - on the shoulder was strange, but it totally worked.

Clever lines and bits, but too much cringe nebbishe neuroticism for me

I have ethical anxiety watching _any_ Woody Allen movie, but my first time watching this was because I love Jerry Lacey. Major TV crush. This second time is because I’m mourning Diane Keaton. This isn’t a laugh out loud type of picture, but I’m snorting in neurotic sympathy.