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Existentialism
Woody Allen (1935)
Annie Hall (4)
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I love the rain, It washes the memories off the sidewalk
of life
(Play it agqain,Sam) |
ANNIE
(Laughing)
I mean, I can go
uptown, too. I live
uptown, but ... uh, what the hell, I mean,
it'd be nice having company, you know
I mean, I hate driving alone.
ALVY
(Making sounds)
Yeah.
They walk out the door.
EXT. NEW YORK STREET- DAY
Alvy and Annie in the VW as Annie speeds down a city street near the East River.
ALVY
So, how long do you know Janet? Where
do you know her from?
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Oh, I'm in her acting class.
ALVY
Oh - you're an actress.
ANNIE
Well, I do commercials, sort of ...
She zooms down the wrong lane, cars swerving out of her way. A horn blows.
ALVY
I, uh ... well, you're not from New
York, right?
ANNIE
No, Chippewa Falls.
ALVY
Right!
(A pause)
Where?
ANNIE
Wisconsin.
ALVY
(Finally reacting)
Uh, you're driving a-
ANNIE
Uh, don't worry, I'm a very-
(A car moves closer to the VW,
almost on top of it in the wrong
direction. Annie swerves away at
the very last minute)
-a very good driver.
(Alvy rubs his head nervously,
staring out the window as Annie
speeds along)
So, listen-hey, you want some gum, anyway?
Annie looks down beside her, searching for the gum.
ALVY
No, no thanks. Hey, don't-
ANNIE
Well, where is it? I-
ALVY
No, no, no, no, you just ... just watch
the road. I'll get it-
ANNIE
Okay.
They both fumble around in her pocketbook. Alvy looks up to see the entire
front of a truck in Annie's windshield. She swerves just in time.
ALVY
-for yuh.
ANNIE
Okay, that's good.
Alvy continues to look for the gum while Annie zooms down the city streets.
ANNIE
All right.
ALVY
I'll getcha a piece.
ANNIE
Yeah ... so, listen-you drive?
ALVY
Do I drive? Uh, no, I gotta-I gotta
problem with driving.
ANNIE
Oh, you do?
ALVY
Yeah. I got, uh, I got a license but I
have too much hostility.
ANNIE
Oh, right.
ALVY
Nice car.
ANNIE
(A bit rapidly)
Huh?
ALVY
You keep it nice.
(He pulls a half-eaten sandwich
out of her bag)
Can I ask you, is this-is this a sandwich?
ANNIE
Huh? Oh, yeah.
EXT. STREET-DAY
Cars are parked on both sides of the street as the VW rounds the corner.
ANNIE
I live over here. Oh, my God! Look!
There's a parking space!
With brakes squealing, Annie turns the VW sharply into the parking spot.
Annie and Alvy get out, Alvy looking over his shoulder as he leaves the car.
ALVY
That's okay, you ... we-we can walk to
the curb from here.
ANNIE
Don't be funny.
ALVY
You want your tennis stuff?
ANNIE
Huh? Oh ... yeah.
ALVY
You want your gear? Here you go.
Alvy reaches into the back of the car and takes out tennis equipment. He
hands her her things. People pass by on the street.
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Yeah, thanks. Thanks a lot. Well...
ALVY
(Sighing)
Well, thanks, thank you. You-you're
a wonderful tennis player.
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Oh.
Alvy shakes hands with Annie.
ALVY
You're the worst driver I've ever seen
in my life . . . that's including any place
... the worst ... Europe, United ... any
place ... Asia.
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Yeah.
ALVY
And I love what you're wearin'.
Alvy touches the tie Annie is wearing around her neck.
ANNIE
Oh, you do? Yeah? Oh, well, it's uh
... this is, uh ... this tie is a present,
from Grammy Hall.
Annie flips the bottom of the tie.
ALVY
Who? Grammy? Grammy Hall?
ANNIE
(Laughing and nodding her head)
Yeah, my grammy.
ALVY
You're jo- Whatta yuh kid- What did you
do, grow up in a Norman Rockwell painting?
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Yeah, I know.
ALVY
Your grammy!
ANNIE
I know, it's pretty silly, isn't it?
ALVY
Jesus, my-my grammy ... n-never gave
gifts, you know. She-she was too busy
getting raped by Cossacks.
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Well ...
ALVY
Well ... thank you again.
ANNIE
Oh, yeah, yeah.
ALVY
I'll see yuh.
ANNIE
(Overlapping, gesturing)
Hey, well, listen ... hey, you wanna
come upstairs and, uh ... and have a
glass of wine and something? Aw, no,
I mean ... I mean, you don't have to,
you're probably late and everything else ...
ALVY
No, no, that'll be fine. I don't mind. Sure.
ANNIE
You sure?
ALVY
(Overlapping)
No, I got time.
ANNIE
Okay.
ALVY
Sure, I got ... I got nothing, uh,
nothing till my analyst's appointment.
They move toward Annie's apartment building.
ANNIE
Oh, you see an analyst?
ALVY
Y-y-yeah, just for fifteen years.
ANNIE
Fifteen years?
ALVY
Yeah, uh, I'm gonna give him one more
year and then I'm goin' to Lourdes.
ANNIE
Fifteen-aw, come on, you're . . . yeah,
really?
INT. ANNIE'S APARTMENT
Alvy, standing, looks around the apartment. There are lots of books, framed
photographs on the white wall. A terrace can be seen from the window. He
picks up a copy of Ariet, by Sylvia Platb, as Annie comes out of the kitchen
carrying two glasses. She hands them to Alvy.
ALVY
Sylvia Plath.
ANNIE
M'hm...
ALVY
Interesting poetess whose tragic suicide
was misinterpreted as romantic, by the
college-girl mentality.
ANNIE
Oh, yeah.
ALVY
Oh, sorry.
ANNIE
Right. Well, I don't know, I mean, uh,
some of her poems seem - neat, you know.
ALVY
Neat?
ANNIE
Neat, yeah.
ALVY
Uh, I hate to tell yuh, this is nineteen
seventy-five, you know that "neat" went
out, I would say, at the turn of the
century.
(Annie laughs)
Who-who are-who are those photos on
the wall?
ANNIE
(Moving over to the photographs)
Oh ... oh, well, you see now now, uh,
that's my dad, that's Father-and that's
my ... brother, Duane.
ALVY
Duane?
ANNIE
(Pointing)
Yeah, right, Duane-and over there is
Grammy Hall, and that's Sadie.
ALVY
Well, who's Sadie?
ANNIE
Sadie? Oh, well, Sadie...
(Laughing)
Sadie met Grammy through, uh, through
Grammy's brother George. Uh, George was
real sweet, you know, he had that thing.
What is that thing where you, uh, where
you, uh, fall asleep in the middle of a
sentence, you know-what is it? Uh ...
ALVY
Uh, narcolepsy.
ANNIE
Narcolepsy, right, right. Right. So,
anyway, so ...
(Laughing)
George, uh, went to the union, see, to
get his free turkey, be-because, uh, the
union always gave George this big turkey
at Christmas time because he was ...
(Annie points her fingers to each
side of her head, indicating George
was a little crazy)
shell-shocked, you know what I mean, in the
First World War.
(Laughing hysterically, she opens
a cabinet door and takes out a
bottle of wine)
Anyway, so, so ...
(Laughing through the speech)
George is standing in line, oh, just a sec
...uh, getting his free turkey, but the
thing is, he falls asleep and he never
wakes up. So, so...
(Laughing)
so, he's dead ...
(Laughing)
he's dead. Yeah. Oh, dear. Well,
terrible, huh, wouldn't you say? I
mean, that's pretty unfortunate.
Annie unscrews the bottle of wine, silent now after her speech.
ALVY
Yeah, it's a great story, though, I
mean, I... I ... it really made my day.
Hey, I think I should get outta here,
you know, 'cause I think I'm imposing,
you know ...
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Oh, really? Oh, well ... uh, uh, maybe,
uh, maybe, we, uh ...
ALVY
... and ... uh, yeah, uh ... uh, you
know, I-I-I...
They move outside to the terrace, Alvy still holding the glasses, Annie the
wine. They stand in front of the railing, Annie pouring the wine into the
held-out glasses.
ANNIE
Well, I mean, you don't have to, you know.
ALVY
No, I know, but ... but, you know, I'm
all perspired and everything.
ANNIE
Well, didn't you take, uh ... uh, a
shower at the club?
ALVY
Me? No, no, no, 'cause I never shower
in a public place.
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Why not?
ALVY
'Cause I don't like to get naked in front
of another man, you know-it's, uh ...
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Oh, I see, I see.
ALVY
You know, I don't like to show my body
to a man of my gender-
ANNIE
Yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah, I see. I guess-
ALVY
-'cause, uh, you never know what's
gonna happen.
ANNIE
(Sipping her wine and laughing)
Fifteen years, huh?
ALVY
Fifteen years, yeah.
ANNIE
Yeah. Oh, God bless!
They put their glasses together in a toast.
ALVY
God bless.
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Well, uh ...
(Pausing)
You're what Grammy Hall would call a
real Jew.
ALVY
(Clearing his throat)
Oh, thank you.
ANNIE
(Smiling)
Yeah, well ... you-She hates Jews. She
thinks that they just make money, but let
me tell yuh, I mean, she's the one yeah,
is she ever. I'm tellin' yuh.
ALVY
(pointing toward the apartment
after a short pause)
So, did you do shoot the photographs
in there or what?
ANNIE
(Nodding, her hand on her hip)
Yeah, yeah, I sorta dabble around, you know.
Annie's thoughts pop on the screen as she talks: I dabble? Listen to me-what
a jerk!
ALVY
They're ... they're... they're wonderful,
you know. They have ... they have, uh
... a ... a quality.
As do Alvy's: You are a great-looking girl
ANNIE
Well, I-I-I would-I would like to take
a serious photography course soon.
Again, Annie's thoughts pop on: He probably thinks I'm a yo-yo
ALVY
Photography's interesting, 'cause, you
know, it's-it's a new art form, and a,
uh, a set of aesthetic criteria have
not emerged yet.
And Alvy's: I wonder what she looks like naked?
ANNIE
Aesthetic criteria? You mean, whether
it's, uh, good photo or not?
I'm not smart enough for him. Hang in there
ALVY
The-the medium enters in as a condition
of the art form itself. That's-
I don't know what I'm saying-she senses I'm shallow
ANNIE
Well, well, I ... to me-I ... I mean,
it's-it's-it's all instinctive, you
know. I mean, I just try to uh, 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, still we- You need a set of
aesthetic guide lines to put it in
social perspective, I think.
Christ, I sound like FM radio. Relax
They're quiet for a moment, holding wine glasses and sipping. The sounds of
distant traffic from the street can be heard on the terrace. Annie, laughing,
speaks first.
ANNIE
Well, I don't know. I mean, I guess-I
guess you must be sorta late, huh?
ALVY
You know, I gotta get there and begin
whining soon ... otherwise I- Hey ...
well, are you busy Friday night?
ANNIE
Me? Oh, uh.
(Laughing)
No.
ALVY
(Putting his band on his forehead)
Oh, I'm sorry, wait a minute, I have
something. Well, what about Saturday
night?
ANNIE
(Nodding)
Oh ... nothing. Not-no, no!
ALVY
Oh, you ... you're very popular, I can see.
ANNIE
(Laughing)
I know.
ALVY
Gee, boy, what do you have? You have
plague?
ANNIE
Well, I mean, I meet a lot of ... jerks,
you know-
ALVY
Yeah, I meet a lotta jerks, too.
ANNIE
(Overlapping)
-what I mean?
ALVY
I think that's, uh-
ANNIE
(Interrupting)
But I'm thinking about getting some
cats, you know, and then they ... Oh,
wait a second-oh, no, no, I mean
(Laughing)
oh, shoot! No, Saturday night I'm
gonna-
(Laughing)
gonna sing. Yeah.
ALVY
You're gonna sing? Do you sing? Well,
no, it isn't
(Overlapping)
No kidding?
(Overlapping)
-this is my first time. Oh, really? Where?
I'd like to come.
(Laughing)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no! No, I'm interested!
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Oh, no-I mean, I'm just a-auditioning
sort of at club. I don't-
ALVY
(Overlapping)
No, so help me.
ANNIE
(Overlapping)
-it's my first time.
ALVY
That's okay, 'cause I know exactly what
that's like. Listen-
ANNIE
(Interrupting)
Yeah.
ALVY
(Overlapping)
-you're gonna like night clubs, they're
really a lotta fun.
INT. NIGHT CLUB-NIGHT
Annie stands on center stage with a microphone, a pianist behind her. A
Bright light is focused on her; the rest of the club is in darkness. There
are the typical sounds and movements of a nightclub audience: low conversation,
curling smoke, breaking glass, microphone bum, moving chairs, waiters
clattering trays, a ringing phone as Annie sings "It Had to Be You.
EXT. CITY STREET-NIGHT.
Alvy and Annie walk quickly down the sidewalk.
ANNIE
I was awful. I'm so ashamed! I can't
sing.
ALVY
Oh, listen, so the audience was a tad
restless.
ANNIE
Whatta you mean, a tad restless? Oh,
my God, I mean, they hated me.
ALVY
No, they didn't. You have a wonderful
voice.
ANNIE
No, I'm gonna quit!
ALVY
No, I'm not gonna letcha. You have a
great voice.
ANNIE
Really, do you think so, really?
ALVY
Yeah!
ANNIE
Yeah?
ALVY
It's terrific.
ANNIE
(Overlapping)
Yeah, you know something? I never even
took a lesson, either.
They stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Alvy turns Annie around to face him.
ALVY
Hey, listen, listen.
ANNIE
What?
ALVY
Gimme a kiss.
ANNIE
Really?
ALVY
Yeah, why not, because we're just gonna
go home later, right?
ANNIE
Yeah.
ALVY
And-and uh, there's gonna be all that
tension. You know, we never kissed before
and I'll never know when to make the right
move or anything. So we'll kiss now we'll
get it over with and then we'll go eat. Okay?
ANNIE
Oh, all right.
ALVY
And we'll digest our food better.
ANNIE
Okay.
ALVY
Okay?
ANNIE
Yeah.
They kiss.
ALVY
So now we can digest our food.
They turn and start walking again.
ANNIE
We can digest our-
ALVY
Okay. Yeah.
INT. DELI-NIGHT
Annie and Alvy sit down in a booth. The deli is fairly well lit and crowded.
Conversation, plates clattering, can be heard over the dialogue. The waiter
comes over to them to take their order.
ALVY
(To the waiter)
I'm gonna have a corned beef.
ANNIE
(To the waiter)
Yeah ... oh, uh, and I'm gonna have a
pastrami on white bread with, uh,
mayonnaise and tomatoes and lettuce.
(Alvy involuntarily makes a face
as the waiter leaves)
Tsch, so, uh, your second wife left you
and, uh, were you depressed about that?
ALVY
Nothing that a few mega-vitamins couldn't
cure.
ANNIE
Oh. And your first wife was Allison?
ALVY
My first... Yes, she was nice, but you
know, uh, it was my fault. I was just...
I was too crazy.
ANNIE
Oh.
INT. DARKENED BEDROOM-NIGHT
Alvy and Annie in bed together.
ANNIE
M'm, that was so nice. That was nice.
ALVY
As Balzac said ...
ANNIE
H'm?
ALVY
"There goes another novel."
(They laugh)
Jesus, you were great.
ANNIE
Oh, yeah?
ALVY
Yeah.
ANNIE
Yeah?
ALVY
Yeah, I'm-I'm-I'm a wreck.
ANNIE
No.
(She turns and looks at Alvy,
then laughs)
You're a wreck.
ALVY
Really. I mean it. I-I'll never play
the piano again.
ANNIE
(Lighting a joint and laughing)
You're really nuts. I don't know, you
really thought it was good? Tell me.
ALVY
Good? I was-
ANNIE
(Overlapping)
No.
ALVY
No, that was the most fun I've ever
had without laughing.
ANNIE
(Laughing)
Here, you want some?
ALVY
No, no, I-I-i, uh, I don't use any
major hallucinogenics because I took
a puff like five years ago at a party and
ANNIE
Yeah?
ALVY
-tried to take my pants off over my
head ...
(Annie laughs)
... my ear.
ANNIE
Oh, I don't know, I don't really. I
don't do it very often, you know, just
sort of, er ... relaxes me at first.
Ce
qu'on fait n'est jamais compris mais seulement loué ou blâmé.
Nietzsche, Gay Science |
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