Within 5 minutes of watching this film for the first time, I commented on how nice it was to see a Woody film without having to see or hear him. I love the man to death, but there is much more to his aesthetic than the four-eyed doomed, dreamer lamenting about death and mortality in an internal monologue along the streets of Manhattan. (This thought wasn't helped by my 10 Allen films in 3 days marathon).
Case in point - Alice.
I knew that something was up when a lovely version of La Cumparsita started playing in the background, teasing you with it's back-and-forth melody.
Alice is a delightful tale that manipulates you with its pacing - lingering on seemingly mundane moments and whisking you away from deliberate flights of fancy (e.g. the afternoon of invisibility with Alec Baldwin) that leave you wanting much more. Allen repeats himself on that front with Vicky Christina Barcelona, but that's a tale for another thread.
All in all, I'd take a chance on watching this film on more than one occasion. You won't regret it.
Case in point - Alice.
I knew that something was up when a lovely version of La Cumparsita started playing in the background, teasing you with it's back-and-forth melody.
Alice is a delightful tale that manipulates you with its pacing - lingering on seemingly mundane moments and whisking you away from deliberate flights of fancy (e.g. the afternoon of invisibility with Alec Baldwin) that leave you wanting much more. Allen repeats himself on that front with Vicky Christina Barcelona, but that's a tale for another thread.
All in all, I'd take a chance on watching this film on more than one occasion. You won't regret it.