Having worked my way through about two thirds of Woody Allen's prodigious body of work I finally sat down this evening to watch September. Renown for his penchant for re-shoots and his dissatisfaction with the finished product of his own films (Allen still maintains
Very much a theatrical play put on celluloid September charts the yearnings, reflections and conflicts of a small group of family and friends as they see out the summer at a cottage in
If you only enjoy Woody Allen the comedian then September isn't going to be for you. Allen's often-bold use of cinematic structure and his masterful repertoire of humorous quips are dispensed in favour of a much smaller canvas upon which a static but far deeper glare into the realism of our frailty is positioned.
Give it a try.