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Like I said when I reviewed this movie close to three years ago this had a major impact on me as a kid. I knew I was seeing a “work of art” and, perhaps more importantly, I knew I was responding to it as a work of art. And it wasn’t being forced on me, I sought it out on my own. Yeah, when I was renting all those Woody Allen movies on VHS I probably was hoping to find another Love and Death so I was kinda flummoxed the first time I saw it. Then I watched it over and over and became slightly obsessed with it. I couldn’t get enough of the insane wide angles and costumes and trippy segues into fantasy. (I’d heard of Fellini, but not seen any of his movies yet.) Looking at it now, perhaps Woody coulda eased up a little on the “arty” factor. The jump cuts during Charlotte Rampling’s close-up good-bye monolgue seems a little much now. But, hey, who am I to judge?