Tag: 1980s cinema

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A shot of the women in Woody Allen's "Hannah and Her Sisters" (1986), which includes the director, Dianne Wiest, Mia Farrow, and Barbara Hershey, receiving instructions from Woody Allen, and reviewed and analyzed by the world's leading Woody Allen critic, Alex Sheremet, for the automachination literary magazine.

GREATNESS 101: Analyzing Woody Allen’s “Hannah and Her Sisters” (1986)

Although the popularity of “Hannah and Her Sisters” made Woody Allen doubt the quality of his own film, it remains one of those rare accomplishments that is both truly great, and well-loved — two things that are in fact quite different, for the latter is based on attachments and on whims, which cannot be argued, while the former involves reason, evidence, and objectivity in its claims, which can therefore be evaluated. I do not like (much less ‘love’) the film, for reasons immaterial to it and therefore uninteresting to anyone who wants to know something of the art-work, itself. Yet I still wish for it to be seen; know that it needs to be seen, until its meditations and its wisdom are the viewer’s, and so that future film-makers can use it as a stepping-stone for great characters, complex interactions, subtle ironies, poetic inversions, and ‘twists’ that seem to be mere plot devices, yet say, in fact, much about the characters themselves, and what they have or have not learned. I’d go recommend it, but its enduring popularity already takes care of that. Instead, I’d like to discuss why the film works, for reasons beyond mere love or mass appeal, so that similar things could be observed and championed in Woody’s other films, including those still being wrongly overlooked.

In some ways, “Hannah and Her Sisters” revisits the same tropes of Interiors, with a seemingly talented artist, Hannah (Mia Farrow), a ‘sore loser’ and drug user, Holly (Dianne Wiest), and a half-lost woman, Lee (Barbara Hershey), who, perhaps out of envy or resentment, starts an affair with Hannah’s husband, Elliot (Michael Caine). In fact, the film begins with Elliot mesmerized by Lee during a Thanksgiving party, an interesting twist that immediately puts the viewer into the mind of a romantic, subverted by the fact that he’s essentially a creep. As the dinner progresses, Holly asks for money, Lee wonders about Elliot’s feelings, and the three sisters gab while their aging parents sing Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered on the piano — one of the film’s key songs, which turns into a trope whose import only comes later. As Hannah is complimented all around, one gets the feeling that she is both meek and self-congratulatory, for such moments are well-acted enough that one doesn’t know whether she’s puffing herself up at the expense of her sisters, or merely being matter-of-fact. Lee goes back to her apartment with her boyfriend, Frederick (Max von Sydow), an overbearing, misanthropic older artist, while Hannah’s former husband, Mickey (Woody Allen), a television producer, makes his first appearance as a stressed hypochondriac. He’s subjected to endless medical tests due to his constant worrying, at one point even fantasizing about his own impending death due to a non-existent tumor. This, then, is the film’s make-up, for the main characters’ issues are all played against Mickey’s, whose silliness highlights the silliness of their own self-inflicted problems, even as they evade or obfuscate, and downright magnify them as being ‘deeper’ than they really are. Yes, it is a borrowing from earlier films like Annie Hall, but goes beyond it as it approaches similar subjects — death, love, and other human relationships — more deeply, probing, as it does, far more than ‘mere’ romance. […]

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A screenshot from Steve Martin's "Roxanne", starring Steve Martin and Shelley Duvall, depicting Martin's large nose with a bird perched upon it.

Romance Before Texting: Steve Martin’s “Roxanne” (1987)

Whenever I rewatch films from my childhood, too often I am disappointed that the film doesn’t hold up as well as I remember. This should be no surprise, but pleasantly there are those narratives that do hold up upon rewatch. Earlier this year I reviewed the 1988 camp classic Cocktail that, despite its quality soundtrack, is a film that I knew wasn’t good when I saw it, aged 12. Steve Martin’s Roxanne, however, delivered a warm rendering at the time but also holds up well today. Granted, much of the story is set within an absurd reality, thus requiring a suspension of disbelief, but more on that later.

Written by and starring Steve Martin, the film is a retelling of Edmond Rostand’s 1897 verse play Cyrano de Bergerac with Martin as the witty hero with one big problem: his nose. It’s so big, in fact, that it offers a nice perch for the birds. Furthermore, he can’t drink wine from a wine glass but must inhale it instead. Clearly, people don’t inhale liquids, and this silliness is why the story works. Daryl Hannah plays Roxanne, a beautiful, brilliant astronomy student who believes she’s discovered a comet. Upon getting locked out of her house one night without any clothes, she must trek to the fire department behind a row of bushes. There, she encounters Charlie (Martin), the fire chief, who she hopes will be able to let her back in. ‘Do you want a coat or anything?’ he asks. ‘No, I’d rather stand here naked in a bush in the freezing cold,’ she speaks while shivering. Charlie takes what she says literally, and when asked why no one had a coat, Charlie replies, ‘You said you didn’t want one.’ (Irony escapes him and deadpan humor seems to be his thing.) Then, when she asks if he would like to come inside, he’s already making himself a snack. ‘I sort of already did.’ (In any other film, such behavior would be regarded as creepy, but not here.) […]