I think I get what you're saying, best, about ANNIE HALL.
To me, it's pretty clear that the entire film is a love letter to Diane Keaton as a woman, actress, lover, friend, and all-around funny person from Woody. It's hard to call what she does in that movie a performance, but it certainly is and it certainly is indelible/iconic/incredible/whatever you want to call it. It's just that the role, the movie, and the way the movie wants the audience to perceive Annie is so filtered through Woody's view of Diane that it feels way more personal to who she is. It is, I'd say, by definition her 'wheelhouse' as it were as an actress; ANNIE HALL is everything she's capable of. And I mean that in the highest compliment, not as a slight. It contains every color in her palette.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
Updated On: 9/13/13 at 03:40 PM