ANNIE HALL

(1977, Woody Allen) “If life were only like this.” Abie’s Irish Rose for the 70s, as Woody Allen’s Alvy Singer loves and loses Diane Keaton over the years between screenings of The Sorrow and the Pity, with a meet-cute helpfully subtitled with real meanings and media visionary Marshall McLuhan popping up to silence an arthouse pontificator. Oscars for Picture, Actress, Director, and Screenplay (by Allen & Marshall Brickman). Approx. 94 min.

"A movie that defined New York... For daft pleasure, the courtship of Woody and Diane has few peers."
– New York magazine

"A comedy about urban love and incompatability that finally establishes Woody as one of our most audacious filmmakers, as well as the only American filmmaker who is able to work seriously in the comic mode without being the least bit ponderous... A freewheeling, self-deprecating, funny, and sorrowful search for the truth about his on-again, off-again affair with a beautiful young woman who is as emotionally bent as he is."
– Vincent Canby, The New York Times

"Arguably Allen's best film: a thoroughly winning examination of the relationship between the ditzy title character and Allen's standard neurotic loon. A seminal '70s movie, and it holds up beautifully."
– Time Out New York

"Recommended! Remains Allen's clearest, cleanest intersection of whimsy, riotousness, and angst. It's a film that lovers and would-be lovers bond over—a jumbled sketch of a romance from start to finish, with well-observed moments of what love is really like."
– The Onion

“An aggressively experimental fantasia in which he unleashed all the kung fu in his cinematic arsenal, Annie Hall leaves any other romantic comedy made since choking on its dust.”
– Grady Hendrix, The New York Sun

“The one-liners are razor-sharp, the observations of Manhattanite manners as keen as mustard,
and some of the romantic stuff quite touching.”
– Nigel Floyd, TimeOut (London)