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- <title>
- Aug. 23, 1993: Reviews:Cinema
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Aug. 23, 1993 America The Violent
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 67
- Cinema
- Just Funny Isn't Enough
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>By RICHARD SCHICKEL
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>TITLE: Manhattan Murder Mystery</l>
- <l>DIRECTOR: Woody Allen</l>
- <l>WRITERS: Woody Allen And Marshall Brickman</l>
- </qt>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Amiable and unambitious, a new comedy at once
- amuses and dissatisfies.
- </p>
- <p> Women are the suspicious sex: so a certain amount of husbandly
- experience--as well as a long-established convention of popular
- culture--teaches us. For decades Blondie has been routing
- Dagwood out of bed to investigate strange noises downstairs.
- And Nora Charles always sniffed out foul play ahead of blithe
- Nick, despite the fact that he was the professional detective.
- </p>
- <p> A feminist might argue that this proves the male is inherently
- less intuitive than the female. Or, more radically, that exploited
- womankind has better reason to be on guard than guys do. Woody
- Allen might argue that it is just plain funnier if supposedly
- ditsy Carol Lipton (Diane Keaton) insists there's something
- odd about the death of a neighbor while her husband Larry (Allen)
- patronizes her misgivings.
- </p>
- <p> Though this is the least ambitious movie Allen has made in decades--for better or worse the return to "pure" comedy his critics
- have urged on him--he seems to have a little more on his mind
- than updating The Thin Man. For one thing, Double Indemnity,
- which he quotes directly and indirectly. For another, the classic
- New Yorker's ambivalence about neighbors; the Liptons lament
- not knowing the folks they see on the elevator, but they live
- in fear of being drawn into boring, alien lives.
- </p>
- <p> Attempting to overcome their standoffishness, they accept an
- invitation for coffee with Paul and Lillian House (Jerry Adler
- and Lynn Cohen). But Paul's insistence on showing Larry his
- stamp collection makes Larry realize anew the wisdom of minding
- one's own business, a course he keeps urging on his wife after
- Lillian dies suspiciously a few days later.
- </p>
- <p> Carol is, of course, deliciously undeterrable--sneaking into
- the widower's apartment looking for clues, shadowing him on
- the street, eventually even catching sight of his supposed victim
- (she suddenly materializes on a passing bus). Her husband flaps
- along, squawking wisecrack warnings, but in time she persuades
- him, as well as a couple of bystanders (Alan Alda and Anjelica
- Huston), that something fishy (and much more convoluted than
- a simple murder) is going on. In a grand farcical sequence,
- all these characters manically manipulate tape recorders carrying
- provocative pre-recorded messages designed to elicit a confession
- from Paul.
- </p>
- <p> It's an inspired passage. Allen and Marshall Brickman, the co-writer
- who worked with him so brilliantly in the past (Annie Hall,
- Manhattan), have concocted a steady stream of badinage that
- buoys the whole movie along. But these exchanges evaporate,
- and the movie is surprisingly flat visually. There comes a moment
- when you realize how wrong just being funny is for Allen. Ambition
- is an essential goad to his sensibility. It pushes him toward
- the rueful resonances of those previous Brickman collaborations
- and toward the magical transformations of reality in The Purple
- Rose of Cairo and Radio Days.
- </p>
- <p> Given his recent circumstances, the distracted, unpolished air
- of this movie is understandable. It may even be that an air
- of modest amiability is--for him, for now--the right stance.
- But he has taught his devotees to expect more, and, perhaps
- cruelly, we continue to do so.
- </p>
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- </article>
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