On a sidenote, Woody Allen’s Love and Death is a marvellous and splendid satire. The word ‘splendid’ is so well suited to the films of Woody Allen because when observed thoroughly, one can see references to Eve being tempted to eat the apple, and thus causing sin to spread right across the world.
The films of Woody Allen can only be viewed whilst sipping on a glass of wine. Il est necesarry, as the French would put it. One must feel slightly intoxicated but never more so. Remember that quote I put at the beginning? Exactly.
Oh how Woody Allen’s moving paintings are mere verisimilitude to the testicles; I am so greatly reminded of the juxtaposition of thought that is often ambiguously unfolded in the great Cinematic Installations of connoisseur and transcendental filmmaker, Ingmar Bergman.
Imagine a small bird fluttering its wings and choking on a worm. It is in a forest. It is scared. The bird, that is, not the forest. Yet, it knows that God exists and is ever so familiar with the great languid poetry of Psalm 23: “He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul” – if you understand this, you will understand the films of Woody Allen, and thus will be moved by Love and Death. If you don’t, go watch Transformers. That is all.
Final Rating: 9.3/10