A Funny and witty protrayal about a celebrity and his demons (fans, execs, lovers…). He films it in a black and white format and clearly references, by using closeups of faces, awkward camera angles and of course the opening scene, Fellini’s 81/2. More than almost any other Allen movie it also has some great jazz music. Casting Charlotte Rampling as his ex-girlfriend is a stroke of genious. She is so damn pretty and always seems unreal like a figment of his imagination (notice she never even looks at him when talking…always looks at the camera, at us). There is really so much good stuff in this movie it baffles me why it was so disliked when it first came out.