The Gershwin soundtrack was sublime, and the black-and-white cinematography of 1970's Manhattan was a buffet for the eyes.
Now I need to go take a shower to get the stench of 96 minutes of Woody Allen repeatedly talking about his sexual prowess as he dates an underage girl (Mariel Hemingway) and hangs out with his unpleasant friends off of me.
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