An emotional, messy, and most importantly realistic romance told through the bug-eyes of the incessantly annoying Alvy SInger,
Annie Hall earns the cultural significance it's obtained.
Much like Scorsese has what could be considered "the monopoly" on mafia movies, or Wes Anderson's association with offbeat dramas, Woody Allen has, to me at least, become the advocate for the
hope-cripplingly honest romantic comedy, or rather, comedy romance. (The difference is clear in my head).
Each scene feels ripped out of someone's…