April 18th, 2005


Melinda and Melinda

I don't like Woody Allen movies. I should like them, I try to like them...but I never do. The first Woody Allen movie I ever saw was Annie Hall. I asked my dad to take me because I had to see what movie was so good it beat Star Wars for the Best Picture Oscar™ (I was 12).

I didn't get it. And...I still don't.

Melinda and Melinda is exactly the sort of Sliding Doors movie I should love. One woman, two love stories. Alternate universes, all of that. But I didn't. I think I dozed off for a bit during it. And I really don't know why.

One thing I notice is, for all that Woody Allen is this amazing film legend. But he can't write dialogue. I kept thinking, during oh, so many scenes, that no one actually talks like this, like the way he writes, any more. No one says they are "on tenterhooks." Not unless they're a Woody Allen character.

The one very bright spot of this movie is Will Ferrell. Of course, he's playing Woody Allen, and it's kind of strange to hear Woody Allen come out of Will Ferrell's mouth, but he does a really good job of playing a 6'4" Anglo-Saxon Woody Allen.

But I still don't get Woody Allen. He didn't make sense on the west coast, and he doesn't make any more sense now that I'm on the east coast and can go to New York whenever I feel like it. Maybe I never will.
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