Directed by: Ingmar Bergman. Slowly marching on, filling in the blanks of my Bergman, I thought with autumn coming up, this might be nice. This one is even more evident as a father-figure to Woody Allen, but I wrestle with the fact that it’s kind of a precursor to lot that I don’t like about Woody Allen’s movies. 447 more words
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Staying in has been the new going out for so long that going out is fast becoming the new staying in.
But staying in on a Saturday afternoon will always trump the other option. 613 more words
After I fell in love with “Sleeper,” my interest in Woody Allen had been revitalized. I appreciated films like “Crimes and Misdemeanors” and “Midnight in Paris” a bit more and wanted to explore Allen’s filmography in greater detail, hoping to find more hidden gems that did not feel so narcissistic like “Hannah and Her Sisters.” Now that I’ve watched this strange Woody Allen film, “Manhattan Murder Mystery,” I’ve come to the conclusion that he can be an engaging, wonderful director when his stories are given a purpose and he’s not pointing the camera at himself. 448 more words