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Manhattan Murder Mystery (d. Woody Allen, 1993)
As many of you may have noticed by now, I'm currently in the midst of a huge Woody Allen "study" [so, in other words, I'm trying to see everything he's done]. I'm doing the same thing [though not in such an obsessed way] with Hitchcock and [to an even lesser extent] Godard at the same time, to balance everything out a little.
Manhattan Murder Mystery, though not one of Allen's best [out of the sixteen I've seen thus far, I've ranked it eleventh], is worth one of my rare comments. This film marked the first time that Allen's trademark neurosis annoyed me. His whining detracted completely from the excitement generated by the Diane Keaton character, Carol. Where in the other films it's always "appreciated" by the audience as a humorous sort of third-person commentary, one can't help but wish that in this film Larry would just shut up and let Carol go.
However, at the same time, the film's got a very interesting idea [which is very well explored, too] lurking underneath its surface. What happens when people begin to bored in their relationships? The entire plot is born of those opening moments in which Carol and Larry are revealed to be extremely different people with extremely different tastes [he watches the hockey, she takes him to the opera] and then from a later one in which Carol asks Larry if he thinks they'll grow bored with one another as they grow older. Though the mystery turns out to have its basis in some fact [that's not a spoiler], for a long while it's really just Carol's own creation. On more than one occasion she describes the mystery as the most interesting thing to have happened to her since marrying Larry. For me, this was the most interesting thing about the entire film.
Sure, it's a classic "murder mystery" that revels in the conventions of the genre, but it's also an interesting comment on relationships [as are most of Allen's films] that works, for me, on more than one level.