Hard to believe, there was a time when Woody
Allen could be enjoyed purely as a comic genius. Without Feathers presents him at the zenith of his comedy career,
when he was becoming more overtly concerned with what it all meant but not so
much that he stopped being playful.
“At a certain point, books can have some usefulness. When one lives alone, one does not hurry through books in order to parade one’s reading; one varies them less and meditates on them more.” Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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Friday, August 19, 2016
Without Feathers – Woody Allen, 1975 ★★★½
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