Annie Hall (1977)

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“Syliva Plath — interesting poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by the college girl mentality.”


Nancy’s rating: Four out of five college kid clichés.

Nancy’s review: The other one is the video game kid. The other is the heavy hippie stoner. And then a blatant nerd, and then a party kid.

But next to all of that, there’s the intellectual. Ohhh, you kooky intellectual.

Woody Allen is a staple for that college kid’s life. To be a college intellectual is to be amazed by his subtle humor. What is so special about Annie Hall, however, is that it transcends this land of ‘college cult deal’ and crosses over into ‘respected love tale for the ages’ land.

Did you catch that? Annie Hall manages to DOUBLE CLICHÉ! Good for it!

I’m surprised by the fact that so many critics think this is one of the greatest love stories of all time. I normally wouldn’t think critics would be smart enough to catch a gem like this. But because of their heresay, I knew I liked Annie Hall before I even watched it. It was just one of those things that I was totally certain I would enjoy, so really, what was the point of ever watching it?

Luckily, I did in fact meet that college intellectual who was obsessed with Annie Hall. And, see, for me, it is so difficult to understand how many critics love this choppy, strange tale of love that doesn’t even end of a happy note. But I think I’m starting to understand it.

Annie Hall taps into some idea of life/love where everything is funny, even the realest and the hardest aspects of life. It’s simple and it’s profound, and each character is excessively quirky to the point of being real. And that’s what is loveable about this whole movie — it feels so real and it feels so much like the life you live day in and day out. The conversation Woody Allen immortalizes are what actual conversations are like, short of his rambling neurosis. People are as annoying as he makes them be — we aren’t living in a Gilmore Girl world where even the bad characters are impossibly witty.

So I think that’s maybe why the critics, college kids, lovers of love and me* all agree on this movie. It taps into something that we all feel, and even though it has all the qualities of being hated, there is something legitimately sincere about Annie Hall that not every movie gets.

Love isn’t when you kiss under the moonlight, it’s when you fight the lobsters together. Once you get that, you get Annie Hall.

*Does anyone else feel like I just sang the Rainbow Connection in that line? “The lovers…the dreamers…and me”

One comment

  1. I was really struck by this review’s use of the “college intellectual obsessed with Annie Hall” as well as the Gilmore Girls, since there’s an indie film that has all of these elements, BURNING ANNIE. It’s closer to Baumbach than Allen, but might be a fun follow-up for Nancy, since it’s kind of about the things she’s writing about here.

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