An all time favorite for me since long ago. We just saw it on the big screen, at Coolidge Corner. First time for Olesya, third time for me. A wonder, a must. Annie Hall is a master piece.

And on a personal note… That was me, that’s who I wanted to be, or, if not that, at least that’s who I was headed to be —Alvy Singer. Somewhere along the way, though, I took a different path. Not sure why or how, but I drifted from my Alvy Singer’s future. Not radically, since I am still much more of an Alvy Singer than a “dude” (incidentally, the change probably started while I was in Chicago, which is about one third of the way between New York and California). But Alvy Singer is no longer my fate. At least that’s the way it felt today —or what I want to believe, anyway. I want the laughs, without the whining. I want the here and now, without the fear. I want the romantic songs, without the nostalgia. Yes, that especially, I want it to seem like old times, still the thrill, today, and tomorrow. (Doesn’t come for free. Oh my… it certainly doesn’t. Something to fight for, day after day.)