Monday nights are all about recovery. The shock of the Monday
morning is over, congratulations, you’re one day down. After the usual list of
getting-home chores are done, I think Monday nights are for films. Tonight I
have chosen a film which has sat on my shelf for a while. At first I was saving
it for an undefined occasion, but then it became part of the furniture and I
stopped noticing it. It’s Woody Allen’s Alice.
It’s getting a bit chillier here at the moment which is
great because I like to wrap up. So I get to have my tea in hand and be under
the sofa blanket.
The film starts out introducing you to a shallow, but
vaguely troubled, Manhattan wife, Alice. She’s had an encounter with a man that
has gotten under her skin and the film explores her self-discovery through her
shy and innocent affair, and some magic herbs. Yup, magic herbs that turn her
invisible.
Charming and whimsical in places, I enjoyed Alice, but it
lacked the clout of some of Allen’s other films.
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