Liberals Hate Families

In my continuing leap into Woody Allen’s filmography, this is another dark one, but at least it has a lighter tone about it. It tells the life of Harry Block in the present, but his past is told through his short stories. Harry narrates various semi-autobiographical short stories that outline his history so that the story in the present makes more sense. What we get is a film about the relationship of a writer to his work, and how his outside life is affected by his work. What do writers owe to their families and friends? What experience should be left private and what is free game for authorial use? All interesting questions that are asked here, and Allen is smart enough to know they can’t be solved.