I'm re-watching my favorite Woody Allen movies in chronological order. Last night, it was Annie Hall, which I have long considered the best of them all. And the film loses none of its potency today, no matter how old it gets and no matter how many times I see it. I think the older I get also, the more emotionally resonant it becomes. I still laugh out loud, but everything that happens from the final breakup scene on absolutely wrecks me. Allen's loving blend of nostalgia, regret, and a humorous outlook despite it all is heartbreaking.
"If I have grass or alcohol or anything, I get unbearably wonderful. I get too, too wonderful for words."—Woody Allen