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Redundant and unnecessary.

Pretty Good

A waste of 90 minutes of my life

Watching it is like watching the spectacle of a class clown at their best: you laugh at their jokes, instigate their defiance, and "ooooh" when they get in trouble.

My affection for Woody Allen has grown over the years. With "Crimes and Misdemeanors," I thought it had peaked, and then I saw "Match Point" and became convinced that he is not only brilliant but still has plenty to say. In this interview, Woody Allen had some interesting things to relate about his films and his own ideas: He believes in luck, as the character in "Match Point" does; he believes, as he shows in "Bullets Over Broadway," that great artists are born and not made; we're all out here on our own and our morality, as in "Crimes and Misdemeanors," is dependent on what we can live with; and he's been doing Bob Hope all these years, though by his own admission, not as well. None of this is very shocking (except maybe the Bob Hope part, until he demonstrates it in a film clip), given the messages in many of his movies.The surprising thing in "Woody Allen: A Life in Film" is his very normal, non-neurotic demeanor, his view of his own films as to what is successful and what isn't, and what moved him to tell the stories he has.If you're a fan of Allen's, you won't want to miss this. No matter how he may shrug his narrow shoulders, his evolution as a filmmaker has been something to behold.

It is so refreshing to see interview subjects speak for themselves.It's bad enough having to suffer the interruptions of a Charlie Rose. It's worse to watch Barbara Walters listening to a magnetic figure like Fidel Castro, or Connie Chung listening to Marlon Brando.The only shortcoming is that it's not twice as long.As for it being only for film buffs, isn't that the audience anyway? Who gets lost in IMDb aside from film buffs?I'm very happy to see Woody Allen speak for himself. We need more of this kind of material. Great stuff!

Tim Goodman's review for the SF Chronicle pretty much says most of what can be said, in a limited space, about this film, except that we don't know where Goodman is coming from, what assumptions he's made, how he feels about Allen's films, against which this documentary must be judged. My own attitude towards Woody's work is that the results have been mixed. The "early comedies" are pretty funny, when you're in the mood to be amused. For every silly gag that doesn't work, there are two gags that do. Then he began to get serious with Annie Hall, his most interesting film in my view. Then he got REALLY serious with Interiors. I've skipped much of his work since then. The usual twittering and stuttering, the constant indecision over commitment, all seemed repetitive and ultimately boring. The jokes seemed bootlegged into scripts that seemed designed to be something other than "merely" funny. Eg., in Stardust Memories, a fan asks Woody to write an autograph for his girl friend -- "Make it out, To Phyllis Weinstein, you lying bitch." It's funny but where's the shoe horn? Others, Manhattan Melodrama, were unclassifiable, a little suspense, a little humor, not enough really of either. Others, like Crimes and Misdemeanors, got by me entirely. Still, you can't help forming an impression of Woody the film maker after watching enough of his work. (Leaving the gossipy garbage aside.) The picture I formed was of an educated man with a fine sense of the absurd who both loathed and adored himself. (His character in his films tends to be successful with girls and he never suffers from impotence.) This documentary was somewhat surprising because Woody seems -- "seems", that is, we are all actors, after all -- to be refreshingly honest about himself and his work. He comes across, in fact, as quite modest. Not putting himself down in any simple-minded "neurotic" way, but simply being objective. He's not an intellectual, but he plays one in the movies sometimes. Why? Because he looks the part -- short, wimply, horn-rimmed. In real life, he tells us, he was kicked out of college in his first year and only read heavy stuff over the years in order "to keep up with my dates." (There has to be more to it than that, of course.) He is also able to play one other kind of character, the fast-talking but self-doubting street guy, as he does in, say, Broadway Danny Rose, because that character is part of the subculture he grew up in. When the role doesn't suit one of these two characters, he gets someone else. And he makes a believable argument that a lot of lines that he threw into his films at the last moment were nothing more than superficial jokes that just happened to come to mind. In Stardust Memories a fan says, "I liked your earlier movies better, when they were funny." It was not meant as an autobiographical statement, just an offhand gag. (John Lennon used to have the same problem with fans who attributed more meaning to his lyrics than they were meant to contain. "I just put that line in there because it rhymed," he would explain.) Most surprising of all is that this documentary shows us interviews with a Woody who is neither of the characters he allows himself to play on screen. He's not depressed, he doesn't crack jokes, he's thoughtful and articulate and modest, a likable guy, but not one who would attract your attention if he sat at the next table in the coffee shop. He's surprisingly normal. And, on top of that, he gives us fresh insights into his work. No, the films don't always turn out the way he wanted them to, but at least we get to know how he wanted them to turn out. This is really worth seeing. If you're a big Woody fan, of course, it's required viewing.