A scene from Hannah and her Sisters (1986). It’s near the end of the film so there are a few spoilers, but I’d say if every copy of every Woody Allen film was about to be destroyed in a fire, and only about 3 minutes and 15 seconds could be saved, I’d choose these 3 minutes and 15 seconds. It encompasses everything great about Woody’s films - melancholy, slapstick, the awkward Woody character fumbling with things, reverence for New York City as a character and for the comic geniuses that came before him, and a rumination of life that takes us through agony and anxiety but ultimately ends up optimistic and in awe of life. Happy birthday, Mr. Allen.
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