September is a minor Woody Allen drama, though there is plenty to like.

September is a minor Woody Allen drama, though there is plenty to like.
Saw this one with both my daughters at an Alamo Drafthouse screening. My almost-4-year old was shattered by the story of a kid separated from his family; it was the first time I saw her cry during a movie since Finding Nemo. Her palpable relief at their reunion in the ending was contagious to her daddy.
This is a surprisingly bleak and detailed look at immigrant life in late-19th century New York City. I found much of it quite good, especially in the first half when the story focused on Fievel. The second half, centered around an uprising against cats (kinda-sorta pro-unionization parable?) isn’t quite as rich or emotional.
The songs are hit-or-miss (“Somewhere Out There” is an all-timer, while the one with the friendly cat is completely disposable). The animation is quite good, especially the use of color. Hues range from gloomy bluish-brownish-gray to an almost amber-tinted warmth.
And the patriotic tone actually feels earned as the movie acknowledges the flaws and darkness of our country; that it could still settle on a message of hope is inspiring.
Bravura use of fake blood — like masterpiece-level artistry. Actually, everything about the movie looks amazing.
I haven’t seen too many exploitation revenge films, but this one is definitely on the less-misogynistic side (which is a low bar). It doesn’t dwell on her assault or humiliation, at least.
The gore is gruesome, a proper visceral transposition of the violence and violation against Jen — with lots iconography that can be read both literally and symbolically. Unfortunately, I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that the movie should have subverted its male gaze even more than it did.
“It’s fire, it’s freedom, it’s flooding open”
There should be more big budget original non-animated musicals
Reviewed on The Goods: A Film Podcast during Circus Month
Radio Days is the Woody Allen version of a coming-of-age hangout movie, told in vignettes. These stories weave together compellingly, giving the film narrative heft despite its episodic nature.
Most pre- and mid-World War 2 period pieces show the country in grayish, dusty tones, but this is absolutely vibrant and sentimental. The cast is huge and great; the thematic scope is a panorama. Showcasing both celebrities and lower-middle class gives some appealing upstairs-downstairs tension. And of course the radio music is masterpiece-level — the lovely, soothing 1940s tunes bring so many scenes alive.
I’m not sure I’m ready to say that this is my favorite Woody Allen movie, but I will say it’s the one I’m currently most excited to re-watch.
Breezy, watchable, charming… I’m surprised more people haven’t seen this one. I found it to be a well made movie: sturdy script (if low on laughs with some undernourished characters), excellently cast, masterful early 60s summer soundtrack, and — most memorably — gorgeous pastel palette in every frame.
Lynch does more with a Lumiere cam and 1 minute than most filmmakers do with cutting edge CGI and 2.5 hours.
The set designs on this MF are absolutely bananas. Truly Dr. Seuss come to life.
A remarkably attractive cast plays a group of nice people in an intensely-early-90s Seattle. It has the signature Cameron Crowe warmth and generosity of spirit towards its characters, and also his weird pacing/narrative tics that I can never quite articulate but always bug me a little. Overall, it holds up quite well as a loosey-goosey ensemble romcom, and also as a period piece of a simpler time when you had to worry if your answering machine would eat its tape or playback your message.