no one compiles a soundtrack or a wardrobe quite like woody allen. while studying in paris i used to put on the soundtrack from manhattan and wonder the city in search of some uninhabited cobblestone streets or a good bakery. there’s certainly a neurotic, psychoanalytic quirk to all of woody allen’s movies and his characters portray flawed intelligentsia with complete sincerity. i’ll never forgot when my dad first introduced me to sleeper and bananas. i was immediately drawn into allen’s world, which is one that i don’t mind living in for a while.
Joffe, C. and Allen, W. (1986). Manhattan. USA: Jack Rollins & Charles H. Joffe Productions.