September (1988)
Country: US
Technical: col 83m
Director: Woody Allen
Cast: Denholm Elliott, Dianne Wiest, Mia Farrow, Elaine Stritch
Synopsis:
At the end of summer in a Vermont family home, mother and daughter and assorted close friends lose each other in one way or another.
Review:
The title puts us very much in Ozu territory, as does the mother-daughter dynamic, though the close-knit interactions might just as well conjure reminiscences of Chekhov; in any event this is another of Allen's quieter, more contemplative dramas about the arbitrariness of existence. In a Racinian series of misplaced affections, the characters are nearly all in love with the wrong person, and it is a hard heart that does not harbour some pity for their sentimental flounderings, especially as they are less posey and screwed-up than usual. A theatrical piece, for sure, but with a sense of the camera all the same.
Country: US
Technical: col 83m
Director: Woody Allen
Cast: Denholm Elliott, Dianne Wiest, Mia Farrow, Elaine Stritch
Synopsis:
At the end of summer in a Vermont family home, mother and daughter and assorted close friends lose each other in one way or another.
Review:
The title puts us very much in Ozu territory, as does the mother-daughter dynamic, though the close-knit interactions might just as well conjure reminiscences of Chekhov; in any event this is another of Allen's quieter, more contemplative dramas about the arbitrariness of existence. In a Racinian series of misplaced affections, the characters are nearly all in love with the wrong person, and it is a hard heart that does not harbour some pity for their sentimental flounderings, especially as they are less posey and screwed-up than usual. A theatrical piece, for sure, but with a sense of the camera all the same.
Country: US
Technical: col 83m
Director: Woody Allen
Cast: Denholm Elliott, Dianne Wiest, Mia Farrow, Elaine Stritch
Synopsis:
At the end of summer in a Vermont family home, mother and daughter and assorted close friends lose each other in one way or another.
Review:
The title puts us very much in Ozu territory, as does the mother-daughter dynamic, though the close-knit interactions might just as well conjure reminiscences of Chekhov; in any event this is another of Allen's quieter, more contemplative dramas about the arbitrariness of existence. In a Racinian series of misplaced affections, the characters are nearly all in love with the wrong person, and it is a hard heart that does not harbour some pity for their sentimental flounderings, especially as they are less posey and screwed-up than usual. A theatrical piece, for sure, but with a sense of the camera all the same.