Annie Hall, 1977

Jag sitter på mitt rum, om än inte i New York, lyssnar på jazz och känner mig lite smått neurotisk, i sann Annie Hall-anda. Jag önskar att jag hade kunnat öppna fönstret och kliva ut på en takterass, omge mig bland himmelshöga skyskrapor och känna pulsen från livliga avenues under mig. Här är några bilder från filmen:

Alvy Singer: There's an old joke - um... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know; and such small portions." Well, that's essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly. The... the other important joke, for me, is one that's usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud's "Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious," and it goes like this - I'm paraphrasing - um, "I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member." That's the key joke of my adult life, in terms of my relationships with women. 


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