Woody Allen's "serious" movies all contain these odd quirks. In Interiors, Diane Keaton plays a celebrity poet. An ad agency begs her sister to come work for them even though she has no experience at it. Allen has the idea that if a job is beneath your dignity, you must be really good at it.
I don't remember much about September except that a woman who needs a job thinks she'll go to New York and be a photographer. Contrast that with a documentary about William S. Burroughs. His son needs a job and Burroughs tells him a restaurant down the street is looking for a dishwasher.
Another Woman had a lot of middle-aged sex talk that must have bewildered younger viewers.
September had this stupid thing where the characters all had jobs like astrophysicist. Another guy rented the house to finish his novel. Why would anyone do that?
It makes me think of an old photographer I knew. He was from New York. He had a batch of pictures of musicians at a jazz festival. He had taken them for Playboy in the '60s but they were never printed. He also had a candid photo of an old couple sitting in folding chairs in the middle of an empty beach in the early morning. He said that photo made him rethink what is hip. The jazz cats were no match for this couple on the beach and they weren't even trying.
Allen should lay off the creative types and have more old people on the beach.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
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