Turns out the early ‘difficult’ Woody Allens were anything but. This has a wonderful structure - dreams, film excerpts, memories, hallucinations all culminating in a third wall breaking ‘real life’ ending. Some wonderful Felliniesque strange faces and imagery crowding the b&w frame.
Potential criticisms - narcissistic, self indulgent - are gleefully batted away by Allen’s stand in Sandy Bates. Charlotte Rampling is memorable as a fragile old flame and Jessica Harper and Tony Roberts are most welcome. A perfect culmination of, and rumination on, Woody’s 70s output.