Synopsis
Manhattan explores how the life of a middle-aged television writer dating a teenage girl is further complicated when he falls in love with his best friend's mistress.
1979 Directed by Woody Allen
Manhattan explores how the life of a middle-aged television writer dating a teenage girl is further complicated when he falls in love with his best friend's mistress.
Woody Allen Diane Keaton Michael Murphy Mariel Hemingway Meryl Streep Anne Byrne Hoffman Karen Ludwig Michael O'Donoghue Gary Weis Kenny Vance Tisa Farrow Damion Sheller Wallace Shawn Helen Hanft Bella Abzug Victor Truro Charles Levin Karen Allen David Rasche Mark Linn-Baker Frances Conroy Bill Anthony John Doumanian Raymond Serra Tobin Bell
Manhetenas, Menhetn, Манхатън, 맨하탄, 맨해튼, 曼哈頓, Менхетн, Манхэттен, マンハッタン, Μανχάταν, 曼哈顿, 曼克頓, מנהטן, Мангеттен, Chuyện Tình Manhattan, მანჰეტენი, Manhatana
woody allen attempts to make a 42 year old having a relationship with a 17 year old girl romantic and acceptable lmao nice try ya creep
no amount of beautiful b&w cinematography can save this self indulgent, pretentious and perverted dogshit
100/100
[originally written on my blog]
I don't understand how you make a film that looks like this and then go on to make 32 subsequent films (and counting) that look nothing like this. But then, neither do I understand how you achieve the perfect synthesis of your many gifts and somehow conclude that you totally whiffed, to the point where you beg the studio to destroy the negative. Each of the film's tricky balancing acts—between visual beauty and verbal dexterity, between wit and pathos, between the specific and the universal—couldn't be more sublimely realized; like most every masterpiece, it's a tiny, insular story that nonetheless embodies human folly at its most ubiquitous and grandiose. That Woody chooses to make…
As if any of those women would actually put up with Woody Allen's annoying face for five minutes.
“Chapter One. He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat—oh, I love this. New York was his town, and it always would be.”
Is life fundamentally sweet or sour? Depends on your point of view, I suppose. You get a new job, make a new friend, fall in love—life is honeyed and worth living. You lose that job, have a falling out with that friend, fall out of love—life is curdled and should be thrown out. The funny thing is, those circumstances don’t parcel themselves out discretely. They tend to coexist. You get a promotion but have a fight with your spouse about the…
I think I enjoy looking at this film more than any of the actual content, but that's okay because it's a beautiful film about awful people.
Maybe people will look at my rating and deem it to be too harsh. They will tell me to think of Diane Keaton, Meryl Streep, and Mariel Hemmingway's performances, or the supposedly brilliant script. They might see that I think Woody Allen is scum and tell me to separate the art from the artist.
But that is not possible. It is a fundamentally flawed argument people use to make themselves feel less guilty about enjoying something made by someone horrible because deep down we all know that the artist is the art. I say this an artist myself that everything I make includes some sort of biographical element, I get inspiration from my life and although some artist may not…
Woody Allen’s Manhattan is a fascinating study of the pretentious-self Woody Allen, an unintended bio-pic about himself, which make his comments about how Manhattan being his least favorite film of his filmography perfect sense. How some say, don’t trust the comments of the artist about his own work. It’s the case mostly in the music industry, but this is a fascinating example in the film-world. In fact, Woody Allen even asked United Artists not to release his film after he finished it. Woody Allen’s Manhattan might be one of the greatest films about New York ever made, while being the perfect depiction of Woody Allen’s self and his own comments won’t change that.
Whether it’s his nervous realization that the…