By Todd Garbarini
After the dramatic, Ingmar Bergman-esque directorial turn he took
with Interiors (1978) which came unexpectedly on the heels of
his masterfully hilarious Oscar-winning film Annie Hall (1977),
Woody Allen turned back to contemporary New York for a daring film that was
shot in black-and-white and scored with the music of George
Gershwin. Proclaimed as the only truly great American film of the 1970s by
film critic Andrew Sarris, Manhattan is a joy to behold from
start to finish and is quite simply one of the most romantic-looking films of
all-time (though its subject matter in the era of the MeToo movement will
indubitably raise more than a few eyebrows with the allegations of sexual
molestation launched against Mr. Allen). Gordon Willis’s beautiful
photography married with the sumptuous Gershwin music makes me wish that
filmmakers would make black-and-white films today. There are some who do, admittedly,
but they appear to only do it within avant-garde and independent circles.
Manhattan, released on Wednesday, April 25, 1979, stars Mr.
Allen as Isaac Davis, a television writer who is unfulfilled with his life as a
comedy writer. His second ex-wife Jill (Meryl Streep) has left him for
another woman and is writing a book about their marriage. Isaac is 42 and
is dating Tracy (Mariel Hemingway) who is 25 years younger than he is and is
still in high school. He feels very guilty about this, but genuinely cares
for her (this plot point was reportedly inspired by Mr. Allen’s affair with
actress Stacy Nelkin on the set of Annie Hall which was
shooting in 1976, though her part was eventually cut from that film). His
friend Yale (Michael Murphy) is writing a book about Eugene O’Neill and is
married to Emily (Anne Byrne) but has started an affair with high-strung and
neurotic Mary Wilkie (Diane Keaton) whom Isaac initially cannot tolerate but
increasingly grows fond of. Throughout the film we are confronted by these
characters who cannot seem to put their finger on what they want and stick with
it. They are not inherently bad people. They just keep making questionable
decisions. By the end of the film, the only person who seems to have their
head on straight is Tracy and the film ends, like Mr. Allen’s Hannah
and Her Sisters (1986), on a very positive and upbeat note.
The real star of the film is Manhattan itself, with its pulsating
and bustling people and automobiles. Rarely has the city looked so
luminous and beautiful onscreen (if ever). Gordon Willis, the revered
cinematographer of The Godfather films and a good number of Mr.
Allen’s early works, captures Gotham in all its beauty even during an era
when the city was beset by social decay. For the first time in his career,
Mr. Allen forgoes the relative constraints of the 1.85:1 flat ratio to the far
more accommodating 2.35:1 anamorphic Panavision vista and the results makes one
ache for further use of this format.
Manhattan was penned by Mr. Allen and Marshall
Brickman, who also co-wrote Annie Hall. The dialogue in Mr.
Allen’s films has always been a strong point, but here it really shines. His
use of long, uninterrupted takes that first surfaced in Annie Hall
shine here Rarely have onscreen walks and chats been so fascinating.
Manhattan was also one of the first movies to appear
on home video in the widescreen format, which retained much (but not all) of
the film’s original image. I have owned Manhattan on
letterboxed VHS, letterboxed laserdisc with a gatefold, letterboxed DVD, and I
must say that this Region B anamorphically-enhanced Blu-ray courtesy of Fabulous Films is beautiful.
It would be wonderful if Mr. Allen would be open to providing
commentary tracks on his older films, specifically this one which,
unbelievably, he reportedly was so displeased with that he imposed on United
Artists to shelve it and offered to do another movie for free.
Thankfully, they did not take him up on it.
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