Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Play It Again, Sam - Woody Allen and The Joys of the Dating Ritual




A little bit more from "Play it Again, Sam"(1972). Reminds me of my attempts to "chat up" ladies at artsy locales around San Francisco during my college days. (Of course, I was so much more smooth and successful than this guy, but I won't bore you with details.)

I don''t know who the actress is but she should have got an Oscar.

10 comments:

  1. LOL ...brilliant clip, suicidal nihilism meets Portnoy's complaint at the gallery and the inevitable result of that collision...Jackson Pollock. Brilliantly drawn by Mr Allen and as you say wonderfully delivered by the mystery woman. Excellent, I loved it!

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  2. Woody Allen has a unique look on life. I know how it feels to crash and burn. Great clip my friend

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  3. Hadn't thought about the connection to Philip Roth's protagonist from his most famous book, but I think it quite appropriate. Allen would have a made a better film of that novel than what was delivered by Ernest Lehman.

    One of my favorite clips from any comedy--glad you liked it. The mystery woman, for the record, was played by Diana Davila, who went onto...something else besides acting on tv and films. She'll always be the "pinup girl" for modern despair in my book.

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  4. Believe or not, despite my "rep" as a smooth operator, Fred, so do I. Just proves it could happen to any of us my friend.

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  5. I was not aware you had that rep? Something tells me that was self pronounced!

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  6. Well...I can't produce affidavits from my former female friends...can't you just take my word for it?

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  7. Reminds me of the time this loathsome guy tried picking me up in a bar - he said "Hey baby, wanna fuck?" I said "No thanks, I'm saving myself until I get raped."

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  8. lol. That's what I call a great come-back line.

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  9. That would definately put a man in his place unless he is a rapist

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