I’d forgotten how shrill and angry this Deconstructing Harry scene between Judy Davis and Woody Allen is. I’d forgotten how scalding it is, the constant currents of rage and self-loathing and hand-wringing. The truth is that I’ve forgotten much of this film, period. I mainly recall Allen’s visit to hell.
The reason it’s not spoken about all that much, I gather, is because of the harsh, abrasive and unpleasant tone throughout much of the film. Right?
I was seized with an impulse to watch it, of course, especially with my life having been pathetically reduced to stuff I can do at home. So I went to Amazon and found instant disappointment. Quote: “Our agreements with the content provider don’t allow purchases of this title at this time.” Terrific.
