Annie Hall (1977)

For years I’ve been meaning to see this early Woody Allen  movie—some say it’s his best film ever.

 I was bored to tears. It’s not funny. It’s not romantic. It’s incredibly self-indulgent. It’s neurotic. Basically, it’s Woody Allen on celluloid. Boggles my mind that some lunatics made it through the entire thing, let alone label it a cinematic masterpiece.

Rating: F