Woody Allen‘s Deconstructing Harry opened on 12.12.97, or nearly 30 years ago. I happened upon this clip early this morning, loving it but without the slightest recollection of having seen it way back when. Harry isn’t a stinker, of course, but it never wound me up. The reason it’s not spoken about much, I gather, is because of the abrasive and sourpuss tone throughout much of the running time…right? Rediscovering something good is such a pleasure. Even in a minor or second-gear mode, Woody was always inventive.
