On YouTube,
the video titled
Manhattan Opening (Woody Allen)
uploader / channel: Justin Luey
... Watch and listen. That's New York in the Seventies.
(The song is "Rhapsody In Blue.")
Chapter One.
He adored New York City.
He idolized it all out of proportion. Oh, yeah, no, make that, he romanticized it all out of proportion.
Yeah.
To him--no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black-and-white, and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.
Uh--no, lemme start this over.
Chapter One.
He was too romantic about Manhattan--as he was about everything else. He thrived on the hustle-bustle of the crowds and the traffic. To him New York meant beautiful women, and street-smart guys, who seemed to know all the angles.
Eeeh--corny, too corny for - my taste.
Ehrm - lemme try and make it more profound.
He adored New York City. To him, it was a metaphor--for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in-
No, it's gonna be too preachy, I mean, you know, let's face it, I want to sell some books here.
Chapter One.
He adored New York City. Although to him, it was a metaphor, for the decay of contemporary culture. How hard it was to exist in a society desensitized by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage.
Ehr--too angry. I don't want to be angry...
Chapter One.
He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black -rimmed glasses was the coiled, sexual power of a jungle cat.
(Oh, I love this.)
New York was his town, and it always would be.
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