I always say I love films that are characteristically self-referential and when they truly celebrate the love for films. Allen’s The Purple Rose of Cairo is an entertaining piece accomplishing just that.
It doesn’t have to make sense and obey the laws of reality. It’s a magical ride full of whims and escapist entertainment. From the the moment it gets chaotic, it manages to comment and contrast the one-dimensional fantasy we wish to escape to, and the harsh truth of reality we must return to and exist in.
Objectively, the story feels a bit abrupt and I am not a fan of the ending, but for all the magical twists to the tale, I can pardon the little imperfections since it addresses the adulation for films wonderfully. And also because Mia Farrow was amazing (that ending shot, wow)