Sunday, January 30, 2011


September is the future.
Things are coming to an end: a marriage, a book, an illness, a legend, a storm, a month. And despite the fact that almost everyone carries around with them a haunting emptiness, there is still something to look forward to. There is always the next thing that will come whether you're ready for it or not.
This is another of Woody Allen's chamber dramas in which he refuses to let the characters escape the confines of the house or their predicaments. Mia Farrow plays the martyr again in a long string of unrequited love.
Whatever Woody has been trying to express with these similar plots and structures, he probably gets the closest to successfully pulling it off here. That doesn't necessarily make it a great film, but at least there is something happening.

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