So I am continuing going back through the Woody Allen films I have only seen once or twice.
Interiors has to be Allen second least popular movie, with September having the dubious distinction of being at the bottom of the list. It would smack of affectation if I said that Interiors is my favorite Woody Allen film, but it is one that I do like quite a lot. Sure, it is a Woody Allen film that Woody Allen is not in, and sure there are no jokes, and yes, it is a lot like an Ingmar Bergman film, but none of these are really good reasons for disliking Interiors, any of Allen’s more dramatic movies like Another Woman or Purple Rose of Cairo. This is one of several films that Allen made with cinematographer Gordon Willis in the ’70s and ’80s, and it contains their most beautiful shots of their work together. Indeed, the visual beauty tends to overwhelm the story. What I remembered from the film was the poster shot of the three adult sisters staring from the window of their beachfront house, which both opens and closes the film, the shot of the father looking from the window of his high rise office while he recalls the milestones of his life, and the prolonged shot of breaking waves. Watching this again, I realized there are a lot of ideas about creativity, aspirations and family being dealt with in the story. But this is indeed a somber film, and just after finishing it, I felt as if I had almost drown, like Mary Beth Hurt’s character.