Books like Side Effects

Woody Allen has that way of writing awkward attractions and selfish motivations that is forgiving and neat. He ties up the loose ends, but then at the same time, there is always an absurdity to the tying up. The characters will probably never be content, but somehow I, as their audience, am left content through the catharsis of watching Allen’s characters self-destruct. Despite the dissonance in the character relationships, what was secret is now in the open, the bad guy is murdered or permanently tortured with guilt, the underdog had his day, the boy found a girl. It is a good combination of satisfying and dissatisfying.This book is great. The Abraham Lincoln play cracked me up; the hospital romance was sad and smart; and the story with Madame Bovary came right while Kelly and I were having our epic battle, so that was perfect. Woody Allen is cool.[obligatory part where I say how much I completely adore Mia Farrow until the end of time.]I’m listing below my ranking of favorite to least favorite Woody Allen films. I only rank based on personal preference, not based on a weird guess at objective quality because I am a bad guesser. Also, admittedly, it’s been about six years since I’ve seen some of them, so it gets a little vague and messy in the middle.1. Another Woman2. Purple Rose of Cairo3. Vicky Cristina Barcelona4. Stardust Memories5. Sweet and Lowdown6. Broadway Danny Rose7. Manhattan8. Sleeper9. Crimes and Misdemeanors 10. Husbands and Wives11. Alice12. Interiors13. September14. Bananas15. Small Time Crooks16. Bullets Over Broadway17. Radio Days18. Shadows and Fog19. Midsummer Night’s Sex Comedy20. Annie Hall21. Play It Again, Sam22. New York Stories23. Take the Money and Run24. Love and Death25. Zelig26. Cassandra’s Dream27. Match Point28. Manhattan Murder Mystery29. Hollywood Ending30. Midnight in Paris31. Scoop32. What’s Up, Tiger Lily?33. Hannah and Her Sisters34. Curse of the Jade Scorpion35. Mighty Aphrodite36. Whatever Works37. Anything Else38. Melinda and Melinda39. Celebrity40. Deconstructing HarryThat’s how the films go for me, I think. It is a very unfair list because I basically love most of them. I think you hit the “Yeah, that was pretty good” place around Hollywood Ending, but psychosomatic blindness? Yes, please. When I was in high school, my best friend’s family watched Woody Allen movies all the time, and I couldn’t stand him. He seemed so smug, saying, “Look, I write a couple of jokes and everyone forgives me screwing people over.” Gross. Then, suddenly, I hit maybe age twenty-four, and I watched Purple Rose of Cairo and got hooked. I watched everything I could get my hands on. He was no longer smug voice of screwing people over, but somehow, instead, this voice of compassion – a voice saying, “Look at how shallow we all are, but that doesn’t mean we are unimportant.” And I still value that. He combines the daily, mundane dissatisfactions of life with the epic curiosities of time travel and murrrrder and true love. What a wonderful storyteller. Purple Rose of Cairo is a good place to start.