I'm 40 years too late to write this review

Rating: 8/10 (19 February 2017)

I am writing this because I am totally infatuated with Woody Allen and his talkie style. When I first saw this movie, I felt like a loser stroke by middle-life crisis mentally masturbating to me, which made me zoom out of the movie. But when I watched it again today, I feel like finding the soulmate of my life, even though I would be super fortunate if I ever meet him someday. The Jewish intellectual that carries an overwhelming charm and humor gradually gets me and fixated himself in my mindset, and I feel like as if he has already been a part of my personality. I like him immensely, and I also feel like Annie Hall, whose insecurity and clumsiness with words when being nervous are actually adorable.
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the part when Alvy Singer drags Marshall McLuan out behind a poster frame and confront the Columbia professor that teaches his ideology. Because Marshall McLuhan claims that the content doesn't matter, it is the medium itself that matter. In another world, what Woody Allen says in Annie Hall doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that I am watching Annie Hall in a foreign website through my phone, which undermines Woody Allen's whole existence in my experience with Annie Hall, yet all I can think of is Woody Allen's mysterious character when I watch this movie. And I love it when Annie's soul is detached from her body and sit on the chair talking about drawings when Alvy is trying to make love to her. When Annie said:"It's OK, you have my body." Allen said:"No, but I want the whole thing." I think that's the most romantic thing you can say to a girl.
There are only several films I can clap and laugh to, and this is one of them.