29 out of 45. Midnight in Paris will make 30. Titles in bold are those I have already seen. TV movies are excluded from the list.:)
2010 You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger
2009 Whatever Works
2008 Vicky Cristina Barcelona
2007 Cassandra's Dream
2006 Scoop
2005 Match Point
2004 Melinda and Melinda
2003 Anything Else
2002 Hollywood Ending
2001 The Curse of the Jade Scorpion
2000 Small Time Crooks
1999 Sweet and Lowdown
1998 Celebrity
1997 Deconstructing Harry
1996 Everyone Says I Love You
1995 Mighty Aphrodite
1994 Bullets Over Broadway
1993 Manhattan Murder Mystery
1992 Husbands and Wives
1991 Shadows and Fog
1990 Alice
1989 Crimes and Misdemeanors
1989 New York Stories (segment "Oedipus Wrecks")
1988 Another Woman
1987 September
1987 Radio Days
1986 Hannah and Her Sisters
1986 Meeting Woody Allen
1985 The Purple Rose of Cairo
1984 Broadway Danny Rose
1983 Zelig
1982 A Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy
1980 Stardust Memories
1979 Manhattan
1978 Interiors
1977 Annie Hall
1975 Love and Death
1973 Sleeper
1972 Every Thing You Always Wanted to Know About Sex * But Were Afraid to Ask
1972 Play It Again, Sam
1971 Bananas
1970 Pussycat, Pussycat, I Love You
1969 Don't Drink the Water
1969 Take the Money and Run
1966 What's Up, Tiger Lily?
1965 What's New Pussycat
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
The Story of Oliver's Discharge
He liked to lose himself in the labyrinth of shelves where no one could see him, and there he would take his lunch. Yesterday it was a grilled cheese sandwich, which he nibbled slowly and leisurely, while flipping through Camus. He picked the philosophy section yesterday, and it was at precisely twelve o’clock in the afternoon that he took his sandwich from his bag and proceeded to eat.
At one, he glimpsed people pass by his shelf and eye his sandwich. They looked at his hand pointedly, and then at the crumbs circling his mouth. They tried to catch his eye and point to the sign that forbade eating in the library, but he continued to munch his sandwich until it was finished and he continued to flip through Camus until it was finished, and so they decided to leave muttering under their breaths.
At two in the afternoon yesterday, he sat yoga-style on the floor with a thermos of black coffee and flipped through Nietzsche. At three he plucked Sartre off the top shelf and lay down resting his head on a stack of de Beauviors, and at four he strolled back and forth the aisles with Heidegger and a bar of Mars. It was only when it was already five in the afternoon and the library was finally to close and the lady who was behind the desk told him that he absolutely had to go that he realized that he had, once again, forgotten to return to his work.
At one, he glimpsed people pass by his shelf and eye his sandwich. They looked at his hand pointedly, and then at the crumbs circling his mouth. They tried to catch his eye and point to the sign that forbade eating in the library, but he continued to munch his sandwich until it was finished and he continued to flip through Camus until it was finished, and so they decided to leave muttering under their breaths.
At two in the afternoon yesterday, he sat yoga-style on the floor with a thermos of black coffee and flipped through Nietzsche. At three he plucked Sartre off the top shelf and lay down resting his head on a stack of de Beauviors, and at four he strolled back and forth the aisles with Heidegger and a bar of Mars. It was only when it was already five in the afternoon and the library was finally to close and the lady who was behind the desk told him that he absolutely had to go that he realized that he had, once again, forgotten to return to his work.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
I said I will write
I have always found it most difficult to write when I am engulfed with emotions. The trick, I suppose, is to learn how to temper passion so that words may contain it, otherwise, feelings will remain unnameable and inexplicable. The trick is to learn how to temper, and not simply wait, for when I wait until my emotions have faded and fleeted away, I find that I cannot write about them still for I do not know them anymore.
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