“He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion…no, make that: he – he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yeah. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.”
Uh, no let me start this over.
“He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles…”
Ah, corny, too corny for my taste. Can we … can we try and make it more profound?
“He adored New York City. For him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in…”
No, that’s going to be too preachy. I mean, you know, let’s face it, I want to sell some books here.
“He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage…”
Too angry, I don’t want to be angry.
“He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat.”
I love this.
“New York was his town, and it always would be..”
– Isaac Davis, Manhattan
How it all started… Amongst the finest opening lines of any film… Completely captures the spirit of the place… of the film…
Amongst the best Woody Allen films… A personal favorite… Forever fresh…
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