The first time I saw this I thought it was good Woody Allen with the jokes and the New York vistas. Now after watching it years later, I see how narcissistic he is. He sets himself up as such a charming lovable hero when he's actually self indulgent quipster. In his attempt at real sounding dialogue, all the supporting performances come out flat. Hard to believe Merly Streep, Michael Murphy, Diane Keaton and Wallace Shawn can be so boring, but they are. The teenage Mariel Hemingway outshines this bunch. If you're just starting in on Allen films, pick something better like Deconstructing Harry, Shadows and Fog, or Small Time Crooks. Films lovers will laud his cinematic talents but this black and white film just looks murky most of the time. For Allen fans, you'll get your share of one liners but I wouldn't put it in his top 50%.