I guess we need the eggs...
“Sex with you is a Kafka-esque experience... I mean that as a complement.”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous!” “Jealous a little bit, like Medea.”
“You only gave me books with ‘Death’ in the title.” “That’s right, it’s an important issue!”
If you watch one Woody Allen movie, it should be this one. It’s basically his whole schtick as the neurotic intellectual in love with Diane Keaton and New York City. Plus a Jeff Goldblum cameo? What more could you want? I’d consider giving this five stars if Allen himself weren’t such a creep.
