Exasperating; have never cared much for the early Allen broad humour
I should open explaining my history with this film behind my viewing - years ago as a young teenager a friend brought this movie over to a sleepover so that we could look at boobs and fast-forward through other sections of the movie. Then once I caught the middle section on TV on holidays and in an undergrad class we studied the movie (and a couple scenes in detail). So while I was rather familiar with the movie, agreed with…
Dunaway showcases a new kinda of acting altogether, a hybrid mixture of camp impersonation and full on demonic possession. Without it, the film ceases to exist. Slimy nostalgia tabloid told with outrageous bombast in an epic tale of what is essentially vignettes, a series of scenes so confusingly put together that any given cut could be anywhere between a split-second reaction shot to a "several years later" interval. Few films depend so much on their central performance, and it's one of the greatest I've ever seen.