I have always been a fan of Woody Allen, but believe that he wrote movies for New Yorkers with lots of esoteric expressions that people from a different culture might not get. In spite of that, he did have a following of people from lots of other places.
This new movie has none of that and Woody Allen is not acting in it. It is a movie about desire, fate and the role the complexities of our subconscious play in all our important decisions. This is very much the theme of all his movies, but the characters and setting is much more universal and has nothing to do with New York culture. I think it is one of his best movies and it reminded me of an incident in my own life.
We all have experiences that tantalize us with what might have been -- of unfulfilled love that leaves us with a haunting memory and a sense that we passed a juncture and chose a path.
When I was young and single, I worked as a consultant writing software for a company in NY City. I worked with an English woman that was working on a temporary visa. She was living with her fiancee and seemed very committed to him.
She was very beautiful and had the rare quality of not knowing it. We had a very professional relationship and nothing else. One day, she said that her visa was up and she was leaving for England and would not be back. She suggested that we have dinner to say farewell to the years of productive work that we shared.
We had a lovely dinner and then went for a walk. She asked me to show her the East Village, something she had read about, but never seen. We walked by the Electric Lady and dreamed of the glory days of Hendrix and his contemporaries; we walked through Tompkins Square Park and watched drug dealers, bums and all intensity of New York on a hot summer night. She was very adventurous and wanted to see the best and worst of NY. As the night wore on, I came to realize what a nice person she was and I was truly sorry that I would never see her again.
She said that she wanted to walk to the train station to say goodbye and she would take a cab to her apartment from there. We walked to the train station and I could feel the closeness and feel the relationship that could never be. I hailed the cab and as it pulled up, I started to kiss her goodbye. Instead of the affectionate kiss that I expected, it was a passionate kiss that we held for a long time. I finally opened the cab door and she got in. As it pulled away, I stared after it. I could see her face framed in the rear view window looking back at me.
I love my wife more than I ever thought possible, but I still remember that face framed in the window as the cab pulled away.