The Trylon Microcinema at 3258 Minnehaha Avenue S. in Minneapolis has been running a Woody Allen retrospective in the month of October. This weekend, you can see his masterpiece, ANNIE HALL, from 1977, and a lesser known gem, INTERIORS, from 1978. Both movies will run Friday, Saturday and Sunday, Oct. 26-28, and you can buy tickets by clicking here.
ANNIE HALL is a classic that needs no introduction, but INTERIORS is one that might not even be on your radar. It should. You can read my review for the movie below.
It takes a death for the characters in “Interiors” to stop screaming at each other, and even then you sense it won’t be for long.
Woody Allen’s “Interiors” is a grim drama that uses long, unbroken takes and drab, muted earth tones to give its gloomy story the ethereal ambiance of a funeral home. Emotions are laid bare and trounced in roughly equal measure in the film, which benefits from fine acting and Allen’s patented brand of intellectual dialogue. But what’s most intriguing about “Interiors” is that the Woodman has proven to be just as proficient with more serious, Bergman-inspired material as he is with out-and-out comedies.
“Interiors” explores the inner dynamics of a family in the midst of a crisis. The family’s patriarch (E.G. Marshall) candidly declares to his three adult daughters (Marybeth Hurt, Diane Keaton and Kristen Griffith) that he is leaving their mentally unstable mother (Geraldine Page) to pursue a life of his own. This abrupt shift begins to reveal the cracks in the relationships between the sisters and their parents, which leads to more shouting matches we’ve seen since Liz Taylor and Richard Burton let each other have it in “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”
Allen’s stationary camera is a stark contrast to all the verbal hostility in the film, and he has cast “Interiors” with an astonishingly adept coalition of screamers. Each and every person is fully equipped to handle Allen’s analytical dialogue, with several (Keaton, Page, Sam Waterston, Maureen Stapleton) able to transcend Allen’s academic writing style to create characters that feel genuine and more distinct.
It’s a strikingly intimate movie, one that plunks you in the middle of several emotionally-compromising conversations and dares you not to flinch. “Interiors” has virtually nothing in common with the rest of the films in Allen’s oeuvre, and here’s hoping he continues to think outside the box in years to come.
★★★ out of ★★★★
Rated PG for strong language and adult themes. 93 minutes, 1978.
Director: Woody Allen. Starring: Marybeth Hurt, Diane Keaton.
Read more of Jesse Hoheisel’s reviews at thesuperawesomemovieblog.com.