An idiosyncratic and amusing film about the enigma that is love, Annie Hall is a revelation. It sort of feels like a fast-paced film - in terms of transitions - but takes its time to unravel - in terms of dialogue - to bring out the best of Alvy (Woody Allen) and Annie (Diane Keaton).
The beauty of the film rests in its unconventionality. And this motif seeps through and through in every aspect of the film. Making it one of the purest films I’ve ever seen. The pace is held in perfect balance with the vibe of the film. It’s funny, tragic, and unpredictable. Even though seen together, Alvy and Annie have distinct personalities that shine individually on screen.
Such a distinction is hard to present in a love story. At one time, you’re left to wonder what you’re actually exploring in the film. Is it Alvy? Is it Annie Hall? Or is their relationship? The film works a certain way in the first act and then suddenly shifts gear into the second act to make sense of the first one. It couldn't have been a genius without such a structure.
Annie Hall is a story about everyone you meet. To watch it is to fall in love with the idea of love. And, in the same breath, question compatibility, affection, and pleasure - which sooner or later we imagine being the measure of our lives.