1989’s “Crimes and Misdemeanors”, written and directed by
Woody Allen.
Starring Martin Landau, Claire Bloom, Angelica Huston, Woody
Allen, Joanna Gleason, Alan Alda, Mia Farrow, Sam Waterson, and Jerry Orbach.
Nominated for an Academy Award for Best Actor (Landau), Best
Director (Allen), and Best Original Screenplay (Allen).
A multiple couple drama, we open with Martin Landau’s
character, a married (to Claire Bloom), successful medical professional who
gets a visit from his long term mistress (a great Angelica Huston) who insists
that if he’s not going to leave Bloom for her, that she will tell what has been
going on between them for over a decade. Landau struggles with coming to terms
with his consequences. While mired in neurotic self denial, he
uncharacteristically seeks the advice of a rabbi, and he must make a choice to
repent or dig a deeper hole for himself. We’re also shown Woody Allen, here married
to Joanna Gleason and unemployed as a documentary filmmaker. Gleason is
desperate for the naïve and self righteous Allen to find gainful employment, so
she gets her successful producer brother (an obnoxious Alan Alda) to offer
Allen a job as his biographer. While filming Alda’s ridiculous routine, Allen
runs into a producer (Mia Farrow, Allen’s one time actual girlfriend), and
falls for her. The rest of the film focuses on the men’s reactions, solutions,
and subsequent consequences that will haunt them moving forwards.
After watching Allen create work for well over 5 decades,
there is an unnerving and strong belief running through a great deal of his
work: that “the heart wants what it wants.” Indeed, when not making comedies, a
disturbing amount of Allen’s films are about the telltale heart and how couples
are not only destined to be unhappy together, but that being unfaithful is more
of an expectation than an exception. Considering that at the time of “Crimes”’
making, Allen was twice divorced, and dating his co-star Mia Farrow, until a
few years later the mid 50’s Allen was caught by Farrow having an affair with
Farrow’s maybe 20 year old adopted daughter (Soon-Yi Previn). It’s those real
life facts that make watching Allen try to cozy up to Farrow more than just a
little off putting. Combine that with the fact that I’ve always enjoyed Allen’s
films where he stays behind the camera and typewriter, firmly off of the
screen, far more than the rest of his canon. His entrenched nebbish presence, can
make things get uncomfortable fast. Beyond the discomfort, Allen’s script
starts out a little heavy on the clumsy exposition, but it does suck you in as
you watch the couples and their respective dramas tangle. In a move of
inspiration, the not connected stories do come to a head, and we see that conscience
is a subjective term. Possible to be interpreted from a religious perspective,
we see there may be karma and guilt to consider as you go about the act of
being alive and loving others, even if it means cowardly committing heinous
crimes. Allen does show some lovely flashback work here, some of the prettiest
work he’s ever done. Notwithstanding Allen, the cast is great as well. Best of
all, Allen has an open ended ending, with the groundwork laid out for us to
imagine what these poor lovers end up doing with themselves while the jazz plays
on the background. It’s easy to see why Allen is so renowned as a creator, and
easier to see why he’s infamous for his personal life choices- it’s in the
middle where trouble happens.
3.5/5
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