Alvy Singer (Woody Allen), is one of Manhattan's most brilliant comedians, but when it comes to romance, his delivery needs a little work. Introduced by his best friend, Rob (Tony Roberts), to the ditzy but delightful nightclub singer, Annie Hall (Diane Keaton), no sooner is Alvy in love, when his own insecurities sabotage the affair, forcing Annie to leave Alvy for a new life - and lover (Paul Simon) - in Los Angeles. Knowing he may have lost Annie forever, Alvy's willing to go to any lengths - even driving L.A.'s freeways - to recapture the only thing that ever mattered...true love.
I agree with GW, but endured it to the end. Woody's character has a relationship with a beautiful intelligent woman, but is totally self obsessed, anti-social & miserable. More than likely a screenplay of his own persona. His constant arty-farty over-intellectual jabbering is irritating & pretentious; why doesn't he just say what he means ? It's not that funny, except a couple of wise quotes at the start taken from Groucho Marx.
I watched about 20 min of this and gave up. It seems to be totally focused on Woody Allen himself. Is he just a narcissist?. I don't really get the zany stuff either although I have enjoyed Steve Martin films sometimes. Perhaps I was not in the right mood for this and chose the wrong film for my tastes..