More than anything, Woody Allen's cinema was shaped by his years writing skits for Sid Caesar on Your Show Of Shows. Even the serious ones are built around a single, very concise and easy to pitch premise, that gets attacked from as many angles as possible, before getting wrapped up with a very clear message to take away. The exception to this rule is Hannah And Her Sisters. I wouldn't even know how to begin summarizing the plot. Sure the film literally ends with, Woody's character summarizing one plot-line, but what about all of the others? This film is packed to the gills with thoughts and ideas about art, religion, love and family. It's like Woody suddenly had the need to get literally EVERYTHING out of his system at once. Did he think he was dying? I'm not sure, but I'm glad this film exists. Like life itself, it is a beautiful, hilarious and touching mess that's all over far too quickly.
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