Cevin Moore’s review:
Woody Allen is a frustrating filmmaker. He writes and directs a film a year practically without fail (sometimes two in a year). His mercurial output has kept him busy since the sixties, and due to his forever crammed schedule, he never talks about his personal life or his work.
That is until now.
This documentary covers his entire life, both personal and professional without once feeling like a fawning fluff piece, in fact quite the opposite. You're taken to an unprecedented inner sanctum full of very personal footage from his mother and Allen himself who both seem to have an inner critic turned up to eleven at all times. There are some truly mind boggling moments such as the revelation that he thought he was such a failure, he offered to do his next film for nothing for United Artists upon the release of Manhattan.
This is an inspirational documentary not just for fans of Woody Allen's oeuvre, but to even the most casual viewer ending on a perfect high note with the box office success of Midnight In Paris and his very apparent longevity.
I do like his films, particularly the early funny ones.