Woody Allen does it again. And by does it again I mean “manages to make yet another completely unfunny film and still get me to watch it somehow”. Love and Death features Woody Allen, faux serious philosophical debates, light-weight crude humor, and Diane Keaton’s cheekbones which are prominent enough to warrant a billing in the credits.
We saw this one at the Tuesday night Asheville Film Society showing at the Carolina Cinemas. It was packed – evidently everyone else keeps expecting Woody to be funny too; the difference between nearly everyone else and me seemed to be that they thought this film was a laugh riot. I just kept wondering when it would be over.
According to Wikipedia, Cranky Hanke and my husband this film was the “last” of Woody Allen’s more screwball comedies (those with extreme close-ups of the pontificating Woody); his later films are more amusing and the humor is more relationship based.
But really, how funny is the following quote, when you pause to consider Woody’s real-life relationships?
“I had to live many years, and, after many trials and tribulations, I have come to the conclusion that the best thing [in life] is … blonde 12-year-old girls. Two of them, whenever possible. ”
I rest my case.