Love her. Hate him.
For so much of my life, this had been unquestionably my favorite Woody Allen film. I still adore it; I think the screenplay is perfect; and Holly is absolutely my favorite character that he has ever written. But it suddenly struck me this time that I am no longer quite willing to put it up as a masterpiece of filmmaking alongside Manhattan. Now, granted, it's a close 2nd.
"I promised them women."
Quite possibly the most terrifying sentence I have ever heard in a film. And that is why I love horror movies like this -- because the true horror lies not in what the monsters do to people, but in what normal people choose to do to each other. After all, the infection here is just that: a disease. It has no agency, no motive. But people do. They choose to deceive, to…
Yes, it's violent and vulgar, but it's not nearly as clever or revolutionary as it seems to think it is. I think if a movie wants to subvert tropes, it should actually, you know, SUBVERT them, not just call attention to its own use of them ('Look, we've got a hot damsel in distress!' 'Look, we've got a generic British villain!' 'Look, we've got a superhero landing!' etc). Also, I guess I just don't find dick jokes as funny as everyone else does apparently.