When, at the very beginning of the film that Woody Allen committed in 1990, the filmmaker takes us into the apartment of his heroine Alice, by the way, via a camera, for having opened the doors to the discretion of the person who wants to see without being seen, we would almost seem to be his accomplice in voyeurism, it does no more than a minute to say what bowl, how damn lucky she had in her life, Alice! Is that this luxury apartment, fully dressed and silence, silence which is itself a luxury, Alice did not live openly campaign, it would not hurt to install it yourself. And I guess that's businessman husband, by his proud bearing, and his two children, we hardly hear, would make the happiness of more than one wife. And besides, if we could quantify the easy life of Alice, we would like to write this number without a minus sign or decimal chipoteuse for its own account. Only
voila, when you see Alice for the first time, the lady who has everything to be happy, is in exactly the position of those people who are there while the other part. Sitting in front of a grapefruit aa barely touched it, her head resting on an arm that seems to substitute the pillow she just left, ear and eyes to sleep in the wave, it is, indeed, this then, like them, dreaming. And since the dream of Alice is then bound, not to what one might believe, or desire to ever Baccarat on its shelves, or even to buy haute couture dresses, so appealing and so elegant in their window they push it to cram more and more clothes in their closets, cabinets themselves cut by carpenters would not work for everyone, but an affair of the heart that has begun could not be more ideally, we need not even notice the bathrobe she still wears on his shoulders, while all his followers have the bit between their teeth or even to pay attention to those little things that exchange with her husband who say, do not go beyond making appointments, that this woman is more to her husband that the organizer's home, to be able to say that money has not really made her happy.
In fact, Alice has only one desire: to get the hell out, sawing the bars of her gilded cage, kicking into touch the blandness and emptiness of bourgeois life of his small tidy, not to give orders to the good and not hear the instructions of the husband flee the luxurious shops she goes all day to kill time and return to their gossip and their nastiness, true-false friends that she meeting, to return it to her, her and her passions, which, to be finally experienced, would use this wonderful energy that can only suspect it. Poorly channeled, misused to do only the things that make walking a thousand miles from her secret garden, sometimes to turn against her, like a self-punishment, because this lady, a good Christian, feels feel terribly guilty of such desires, moreover, this beautiful energy is indeed the source of all his back problems.
And what's more normal, in short, to take to their heels, to start over from scratch, a love story that begins nicely? That Alice, despite his expensive lifestyle that would put a bit above everyone else, is at the bottom of itself, not very different from the most destitute of death. Like her, because she wants to be loved for what it is, and think that love, the promise of mutual understanding and realization of self, is the answer to everything. And like her, unfortunately it tends when love repoint the tip of his nose, for it will be in the form of a jazz saxophonist in the name redolent of a western hero, serving his memory of everything which could prevent him from succumbing again. Evacuees from his head, Indeed, all the worries that inevitably all life in two very people she wants to escape having precisely known, with her husband, the entire range, where in his dream had been committed before the grapefruit just begun, she tenderly glue his lips to those of the musician. Similarly, forgotten all the little differences and other flaws ilk at the very beginning of a love story the lovers manage to clog with blows kisses, but, over time, kissing n'officiant more really then take the bad taste of habit, become impassable chasms, when one Later, for attention, then get the favor of the new prince of her heart, she pretends to know them as much as him in jazz. In short, in a word like a thousand, Alice wanted to have nothing to learn from its past failure, will embark on this new love just as she did with her husband. Besides, this story begins in exactly the same way, either by the same: "You're beautiful. "
And, in my opinion, we must remember that " You're beautiful. " because he not only said the error perfectly Alice, Alice eternally trapped by the beauty, Alice seems decidedly do not want to understand it takes more than a physical attraction for a successful marriage, and that, despite having made the painful experience but it also gives the measure , tone, cadence, to the the staging that Woody Allen used to tell the romance between the heroine of his film and her prince charming.
course, one may find this way of doing a bit conventional, even a little lazy in writing as Alice and the saxophonist Joe will love as one loves the movies or, for short, amid threadbare park flooded rain while whispering a thousand things pleasing to the ears than ours, of course, will not hear in order to enhance the romance of the thousand agreeable things they have to say, the absence of words refocusing our attention on the idyllic and somewhat mysterious scene when they compose. But at the same time, as we see here the dream life as Alice, one can not but agree, and also because we see a filmmaker to let go at the novel genre in good faith, as if himself had a taste, it is necessary, why not applaud with both hands again, as if the cinema complex it is sometimes a romance without rhyme or reason, for the tour to give pleasure and beauty, it's all the time. And the rest is the same happiness that I welcomed the Chinese doctor, mentor to Alice, as if he denounces all around, including its ease-deception, a provision of which it Unfortunately, not exclusivity, if true, the world would not be the farce it is, it always does under the guise of a certain poetry.
After living on the seventh heaven at the top of a building so little stingy light that poor Alice, who was, like all women, not thin enough, they preferred to give himself fully dressed, not without having previously screaming "I'll go on a diet! " terrified, Joe Sax, whose pistol was always ready to draw, he cared little target, sacred Woody to make man a sex addict, would eventually give up Alice's hand, preferring instead to his love, she had for her sincere, that his ex-wife Vicki, a love for the least questionable to have been blown by a psychiatrist in fashion. He joined and all those people who opt for business complicated by heart, the anguish they generate remaining perfectly manageable and sufficiently bouffeuses time to prevent them from thinking. But this break, which fell like a cleaver, it would be lucky to Alice, because this type of life was as she dreamed, not life as she wanted. After a brief return home, stay that would teach him, among other things, that she had been wrong to blame for his extramarital affair, her husband informed the working-girl with the blessing of her conscience, she would fly to Calcutta Mother Theresa. In Wonderland, Alice then said goodbye. And my goodness, there are days, where I'd better like it.
voila, when you see Alice for the first time, the lady who has everything to be happy, is in exactly the position of those people who are there while the other part. Sitting in front of a grapefruit aa barely touched it, her head resting on an arm that seems to substitute the pillow she just left, ear and eyes to sleep in the wave, it is, indeed, this then, like them, dreaming. And since the dream of Alice is then bound, not to what one might believe, or desire to ever Baccarat on its shelves, or even to buy haute couture dresses, so appealing and so elegant in their window they push it to cram more and more clothes in their closets, cabinets themselves cut by carpenters would not work for everyone, but an affair of the heart that has begun could not be more ideally, we need not even notice the bathrobe she still wears on his shoulders, while all his followers have the bit between their teeth or even to pay attention to those little things that exchange with her husband who say, do not go beyond making appointments, that this woman is more to her husband that the organizer's home, to be able to say that money has not really made her happy. In fact, Alice has only one desire: to get the hell out, sawing the bars of her gilded cage, kicking into touch the blandness and emptiness of bourgeois life of his small tidy, not to give orders to the good and not hear the instructions of the husband flee the luxurious shops she goes all day to kill time and return to their gossip and their nastiness, true-false friends that she meeting, to return it to her, her and her passions, which, to be finally experienced, would use this wonderful energy that can only suspect it. Poorly channeled, misused to do only the things that make walking a thousand miles from her secret garden, sometimes to turn against her, like a self-punishment, because this lady, a good Christian, feels feel terribly guilty of such desires, moreover, this beautiful energy is indeed the source of all his back problems.
And what's more normal, in short, to take to their heels, to start over from scratch, a love story that begins nicely? That Alice, despite his expensive lifestyle that would put a bit above everyone else, is at the bottom of itself, not very different from the most destitute of death. Like her, because she wants to be loved for what it is, and think that love, the promise of mutual understanding and realization of self, is the answer to everything. And like her, unfortunately it tends when love repoint the tip of his nose, for it will be in the form of a jazz saxophonist in the name redolent of a western hero, serving his memory of everything which could prevent him from succumbing again. Evacuees from his head, Indeed, all the worries that inevitably all life in two very people she wants to escape having precisely known, with her husband, the entire range, where in his dream had been committed before the grapefruit just begun, she tenderly glue his lips to those of the musician. Similarly, forgotten all the little differences and other flaws ilk at the very beginning of a love story the lovers manage to clog with blows kisses, but, over time, kissing n'officiant more really then take the bad taste of habit, become impassable chasms, when one Later, for attention, then get the favor of the new prince of her heart, she pretends to know them as much as him in jazz. In short, in a word like a thousand, Alice wanted to have nothing to learn from its past failure, will embark on this new love just as she did with her husband. Besides, this story begins in exactly the same way, either by the same: "You're beautiful. "
And, in my opinion, we must remember that " You're beautiful. " because he not only said the error perfectly Alice, Alice eternally trapped by the beauty, Alice seems decidedly do not want to understand it takes more than a physical attraction for a successful marriage, and that, despite having made the painful experience but it also gives the measure , tone, cadence, to the the staging that Woody Allen used to tell the romance between the heroine of his film and her prince charming. course, one may find this way of doing a bit conventional, even a little lazy in writing as Alice and the saxophonist Joe will love as one loves the movies or, for short, amid threadbare park flooded rain while whispering a thousand things pleasing to the ears than ours, of course, will not hear in order to enhance the romance of the thousand agreeable things they have to say, the absence of words refocusing our attention on the idyllic and somewhat mysterious scene when they compose. But at the same time, as we see here the dream life as Alice, one can not but agree, and also because we see a filmmaker to let go at the novel genre in good faith, as if himself had a taste, it is necessary, why not applaud with both hands again, as if the cinema complex it is sometimes a romance without rhyme or reason, for the tour to give pleasure and beauty, it's all the time. And the rest is the same happiness that I welcomed the Chinese doctor, mentor to Alice, as if he denounces all around, including its ease-deception, a provision of which it Unfortunately, not exclusivity, if true, the world would not be the farce it is, it always does under the guise of a certain poetry.
After living on the seventh heaven at the top of a building so little stingy light that poor Alice, who was, like all women, not thin enough, they preferred to give himself fully dressed, not without having previously screaming "I'll go on a diet! " terrified, Joe Sax, whose pistol was always ready to draw, he cared little target, sacred Woody to make man a sex addict, would eventually give up Alice's hand, preferring instead to his love, she had for her sincere, that his ex-wife Vicki, a love for the least questionable to have been blown by a psychiatrist in fashion. He joined and all those people who opt for business complicated by heart, the anguish they generate remaining perfectly manageable and sufficiently bouffeuses time to prevent them from thinking. But this break, which fell like a cleaver, it would be lucky to Alice, because this type of life was as she dreamed, not life as she wanted. After a brief return home, stay that would teach him, among other things, that she had been wrong to blame for his extramarital affair, her husband informed the working-girl with the blessing of her conscience, she would fly to Calcutta Mother Theresa. In Wonderland, Alice then said goodbye. And my goodness, there are days, where I'd better like it. 
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