This is probably one of the best written romantic comedies in the history of romcoms. They just don't make em' like Manhattan anymore. I'll take the 42 year old Woody Allan over the washboard abbed Matthew Mcon-a-whatshisface anyday and would rather see an aging and neurotic Diane Keaton over a soulless hollywood bimbo spouting tired lines. I would also love to see a beautifully shot black and white film over whatever next generation super high definition 3D digital formats they're trying to push onto us. I think grays, black and white represent the relationships and people in the film as much as they do fractally to the entire city of new york. Woody Allan knows this romantic representation of the city intimately and he showcases his skill at translating this perspective into amazing dialogue, beautiful cinematography and a powerful soundtrack by George Gershwin all of which encourage the viewer to see Manhattan as he does.
