Thursday, July 7, 2016

From The New Yorker

We can always count on Anthony Lane, film critic for The New Yorker, to dazzle us.  In this week's issue, he reviews the new Woody Allen film, "Cafe Society," set in Hollywood in the 1930s, the decade of Allen's birth and an era of great film making.  He writes of two characters who "stand outside the homes of stars and gaze.  They might as well be staring at the night sky."  And he ends with this:
. . . there are scenes here . . . that burn almost painfully with Woody Allen's yearning for the past.  It lies there glowing, as recognizable as a movie star and as homely as a hearth, forever out of reach.
The review does what all reviews of film should do - it makes one want to see the movie.  That the film is tinged with nostalgia for the glitz of the 1930s film industry makes this Gatsby-esq ending all the more fitting.


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