The Story (continued)
After
the tennis game, Alvy and Annie have an awkward, nervous, exploratory
conversation, trying to strike up an acquaintance. In her balletic
performance, Annie's endearing, stumbling, flailing gestures reveal
her zany, yet huggable nature. They both make self-conscious, shyly
banal, but believable statements to each other (particularly her
self-effacing "La-dee-dah. La-la. Yeah") and she clumsily
asks him if he wants a ride home:
Annie: Hi, hi, hi.
Alvy: Oh hi, hi.
Annie: Well, bye.
Alvy: You play very well.
Annie: Oh, yeah. So do you. Oh, God, what a, what a dumb thing to
say. Right, I mean, you say, 'You play well.' So right away I had
to say, 'You play well.' Oh, oh God Annie. Well. Oh well. La-dee-dah.
La-dee-dah. La-la. Yeah.
Alvy: You want a lift?
Annie: Oh, why? Uh, you got a car?
Alvy: No, I was going to take a cab.
Annie: Oh, no. I have a car.
Alvy: You have a car? I don't understand. If you have a car, so then
why did you say, 'Do you have a car?' like you wanted a lift?
Annie: I don't, I don't, geez, I don't know. I wasn't....I got this
VW out there. (to herself) What a jerk, yeah. Would you like a lift?
Alvy: Sure. Which way you goin'?
Annie: Me? Oh, downtown.
Alvy: Down.... I'm going uptown.
Annie: Oh well, you know I'm going uptown too.
Alvy: You just said you were going downtown.
Annie: Yeah, well, but I could...
On the wild drive which barely misses multiple collisions
in her open VW Beetle convertible, Alvy first learns that Annie is
an aspiring singer/actress and a middle-class WASP from Chippewa
Falls, Wisconsin. Alvy explains why he doesn't drive even though
he has a driver's license: "I got a license but I have too much
hostility." Getting out of Annie's badly parked car, Alvy says:
That's OK, we can walk to the curb from here.
Alvy compliments Annie's kookiness with a mouthful
of non-sequitur praise:
You're a wonderful tennis player...You're the worst
driver I've ever seen in my life...and I love what you're wearing.
Naively innocent, Annie explains that her tie was given
to her by Grammy Hall. Alvy wonders about Annie's Midwestern background:
What did you do? Grow up in a Norman Rockwell painting?
Your Grammy?
Alvy bitterly jokes about his own background as an
intellectual New York Jew (with more Jewish paranoia), whose grandparents,
Jewish Russian peasants, had a hard life: "My grammy never gave
gifts, you know. She was too busy getting raped by Cossacks."
Alvy is invited upstairs to Annie's apartment for
a glass of wine. He has nothing scheduled until his psychoanalyst's
appointment, a therapist he has been seeing for fifteen years: "I'm
gonna give him one more year and then I'm going to Lourdes." Alvy
notices her recent reading material, Sylvia Plath's book Ariel: "Interesting
poetess whose tragic suicide was misinterpreted as romantic by the
college-girl mentality." Annie responds gauchely as a hick-midwesterner:
"Some of her poems seem neat." Annie shows him pictures of
her family on the wall, including her brother Duane and Grammy Hall.
In an emotionally uncertain and vague tone, the flaky
and rambling Annie speaks of death in an amusing but morbidly "terrible" story
of Grammy's brother - George, a "shell-shocked" veteran
from World War I, died in a fit of narcolepsy while standing in line
for his free war-veterans' turkey. The wacky, anecdotal story about
death leaves Annie feeling confused and wondering why she even told
the story in the first place.
As they move to the outdoor balcony to get better
acquainted, Alvy believes he is all "perspired," because
he didn't clean up in the sports club. "I never shower in a
public place," he explains, "'cause I don't like to get
naked in front of another man...I don't like to show my body to a
man of my gender. You never know what's gonna happen." Before
their relationship takes off, Annie makes a bizarre comment to Alvy,
igniting more of his anti-Jewish fears:
Annie: Well, you are what Grammy Hall would call
a 'real Jew.'
Alvy: (startled) Thank you.
Annie: Yeah, well, she hates Jews. She thinks they just make money,
but let me tell ya, I mean, she's the one. Is she ever, I'm tellin'
ya.
In the memorable subtitle scene on the balcony off
Annie's apartment with a cityscape in the background, their real
thoughts are seen in thought-bubble subtitles (like from exotic foreign
films) at the bottom of the screen as they carry on absurd, small-talk
banalities in their conversation about photography. Their budding
sexual attraction, exciting interest in each other, and courtship
are beautifully evoked:
Dialogue |
Subtitles |
Alvy: So, did you do those photographs
in there, or what? |
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Annie: Yeah, yeah, I sort of dabble
around, you know. |
I dabble? Listen to me - what a jerk. |
Alvy: They're (her pictures) wonderful.
They have a quality... |
You are a great - looking girl. |
Annie: Well, I would like to take
a serious photography course. |
He probably thinks I'm a yo-yo. |
Alvy: (pretentiously) Photography's
interesting because, you know, it's a new form, and a set of
aesthetic criteria have not emerged yet. |
I wonder what she looks like naked. |
Annie is obviously feeling that she lacks self-confidence
and is intellectually inadequate, yet unconstrained by proper vocabulary
when she comments on "aesthetic criteria" -"You mean
whether it's a good photo or not?" She thinks to herself:
"I'm not smart enough for him. Hang in there." The thoughts
in the subtitles are more believable than their words:
Dialogue |
Subtitles |
Alvy: The medium enters in as a condition
of the art form itself. |
I don't know what I'm saying - she
senses I'm shallow. |
Annie: Well to me, I mean, it's, it's
all instinctive. You know, I mean, I just try to feel it. You
know, I try to get a sense of it and not think about it so much. |
God, I hope he doesn't turn out to
be a shmuck like the others. |
Alvy: Still, you need a set of aesthetic
guidelines to put it in social perspective, I think. |
Christ. I sound like FM radio. Relax. |
Alvy asks her out for a weekend date, and ends up
accompanying aspiring singer Annie to a Saturday nightclub audition
for their first date. [The scene was filmed at the Grand Finale nightclub.]
They share similar sympathies about stagefright and performing in
front of an audience. It is an inauspicious beginning for Annie's
career that will ultimately lead to her independence as a "Singer" and
the breakup of their relationship. Microphone feedback, the loud
crash of dropped plates, a ringing telephone, uninterested oblivious
patrons, and other audience distractions make it an awful debut experience.
Photographed from a distance and seen as a small figure in the background,
she timidly sings "It Had To Be You" - it marks the symbolic
start of their relationship.
Walking along on the sidewalk afterwards, Alvy attempts
to make her feel better, encouraging her as an older mentor: "The
audience was a tad restless...You have a wonderful voice." Suddenly
he stops and asks for a kiss so they won't have to be tense all evening:
Hey, listen, listen. Give me a kiss....Yeah, why
not? Because we're just gonna go home later, right, and uhm, there's
gonna be all that tension, you know. We've never kissed before.
And I'll never know when to make the right move or anything. So
we'll kiss now and get it over with, and then we'll go eat. Okay?
We'll digest our food better.
At dinner in a Jewish delicatessen where Annie feels
out of place, she orders a WASP-ish meal with no idea of how to order
'properly' in a deli - pastrami on white bread "with mayonnaise,
tomatoes, and lettuce." Alvy grimaces, and then talks about
how his second wife left him, "nothing that a few megavitamins
couldn't cure." His first marriage to Allison didn't work because "it
was my fault. I was too crazy," Alvy admits.
Suddenly, Annie and Alvy are in bed and have just finished
making love. They have come together despite their ethnic and personality
differences. Alvy theorizes how sex has allusions to novelists and
the creative process, and how a purportedly physical act can tax
the mind:
As Balzac said, there goes another novel.
After having sex with her for the first time, Alvy
is "a wreck," musing:
"I'll never play the piano again." He compliments Annie [in
a line originally credited to H. L. Mencken in 1942, and also to Humphrey
Bogart]:
That was the most fun I've ever had without laughing.
Annie smokes some pot because it relaxes her. She offers
him some pot, but he declines because the effects usually have embarrassing
results: "I don't use any major hallucinogenics...Five years
ago at a party, I tried to take my pants off over my head." Still
sexually aroused, Alvy announces: "You're not going to believe
this..." as he moves closer to Annie.
At a bookstore, Alvy, anally-obsessed with the subject
of death and its inevitability, wants to buy two serious books for
Annie to contemplate: Ernest Becker's The Denial of Death and
Jacques Choron's Death and Western Thought. His hidden desire
is to turn her into a likeness of himself - a death-obsessed, intellectual
New York Jew. In contrast, Annie is considering buying a glossier
book: The Cat Book - because she is thinking of buying a cat
to cut down on her sense of social solitude. Their life experiences
and interests are considerably at odds. Alvy warns Annie of his gloomy
view of life, dividing life experience into two categories:
I'm obsessed with uh, with death, I think. Big -
big subject with me, yeah. I have a very pessimistic view of life.
You should know this about me if we're gonna go out. You know,
I - I feel that life is - is divided up into the horrible and the
miserable. Those are the two categories, you know. The - the horrible
would be like, um, I don't know, terminal cases, you know, and
blind people, crippled. I don't know how they get through life.
It's amazing to me. You know, and the miserable is everyone else.
That's - that's - so - so - when you go through life - you should
be thankful that you're miserable because you're very lucky to
be miserable.
In a Central Park scene where they sit on a bench,
he cleverly makes fun of strolling passers-by who are out of earshot
by giving stereotypical thumbnail sketches of them, impressing Annie
with his intellectual dexterity:
- "There's Mr., in the pink, Mr. Miami Beach
there. He's just come back from the Gin Rummy fund. He's placed
third."
- Two lovers: "They're back from Fire Island.
They're giving it a chance for a minute."
- "He's the Mafia - Linen Supply Business or
Cement and Contracting."
- "There's the winner of the Truman Capote look-alike
contest." [The real, fastidiously-dressed Truman Capote is
cast in the imitative role - a melding of fact and fiction.
By the waterfront dock in a night scene, underneath
the 59th Street bridge, Alvy woos Annie, telling her how sexually
appealing she is:
You are extremely sexy, unbelievably sexy...You know
what you are, you're polymorphously perverse...you're exceptional
in bed because you got - you get pleasure in every part of your
body when I touch it...Like the tip of your nose, and if I stroke
your teeth or your kneecaps...you get excited.
Annie stutters about her love for him. And serious
emotional words fail Alvy when he tries to tell Annie how much she
means to him. [Both appear to have never vowed their true love for
one another in their entire relationship.] He even circumvents the
word 'love' and retreats into comedy to directly avoid saying that
he loves her:
Love is, is too weak a word for what I feel
- I lurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's,
yes I have to invent, of course I - I do, don't you think I do?
In the very next scene, Annie plans to move in with
Alvy and unpacks her belongings in his place. They can live together
and she can save $400/month rent on her bug-ridden apartment. Again,
he resorts to comedy, disguising his own fear of commitment and loss
of freedom. Ambivalent, Alvy insists that she not give up her own
apartment to assure them that they're not married:
Alvy: What do you mean? You're not going to give
up your own apartment, are you?
Annie: Of course.
Alvy: But but but why?
Annie: I'm moving in with you, that's why.
Alvy: Yeah, but you've got a nice apartment.
Annie: I have a tiny apartment.
Alvy: I know it's small.
Annie: That's right, and it's got bad plumbing and bugs.
Alvy: All right, granted, it has bad plumbing and bugs. But you,
you say that like it's a negative thing. You know, bugs, uh - Entymology
is a rapidly growing field.
Annie: You don't want me to live with you.
Alvy: I don't want you to live with me! Who's idea was it?
Annie: Mine.
Alvy: Yeah, it was yours actually, but uh, I approved it immediately.
Annie: I guess you think that I talked you into something, huh?
Alvy: No. We live together. We sleep together. We eat together. Jesus.
You don't want it to be like we're married, do ya?
He even offers to pay the rent by having his accountant
write the payments off as a tax deduction. Another series of issues
surfaces between them. She believes he doesn't take her seriously
because she is ignorant, and that's why he pressures her to take
adult education college courses. Annie 'unloads' her concerns on
him:
Annie: You don't think I'm smart enough to be serious
about.
Alvy: Hey, don't be ridiculous.
Annie: Then why are you always pushing me to take those college courses
like I was dumb or something?
Alvy: 'Cause adult education's a wonderful thing. You meet a lot
of interesting professors. You know, it's stimulating.
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