but friday nite i watched it again. (it won 4 oscars, was nominated for a 5th, one a golden globe and a bafta, british academy of film and television awards if you care to know.) (at least this is what wikipedia told me.) i was shocked at the PG rating, today surely it'd at least get PG13. today i don't think i'd see one of his movies because i know too much about his personal life. i hate that this sometimes gets in my way in my willingness to see a show because i've heard some truth/gossip about the actors' lives.
btw, point of interest and confession, i was accused in the 1990's by dear fam and friends that i'm a movie addict. when first accused, i added up the films i'd seen that week, and sure enough, had to agree with their assessment. okay, so now, i'm a recovering movie addict. really, ask them, i think they'd say i'm better. (wonder if there's a 12 step program for this.)
i must admit i hooted out loud several times during "annie hall" as it is definitely a shrink loving, psychotherapy loving movie. at one point alvy who's been seeing a shrink for 15 years where he lies down on a couch pays for his girlfriend annie's therapy but she sits in a chair. wonder that. and she gets so much well-er in such a short amount of time, she breaks up with him. now that's funny. (for those of you who don't know me, i'm a shrink, via social worker way, not psychiatrist way.)
there was a great joke at the end (alvy is a stand up comic). i didn't write it down but i'll try to reproduce here without permission.
a guy was telling the doc: "my brother thinks he's a chicken." the doc says "well, turn him over to the authorities." the guy then says: "i can't. i need the eggs he lays."
gotta laugh that we're all a bit insane and holding on with dear life to what sanity we have left.
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