I've always loved that line from Woody Allen's Hannah and Her Sisters and I knew that I'd be putting it in one of these Sunday Scene features. But, as I've been spending a lot of time on Billy Wilder's films lately—with their many romantic films with great age disparities—I thought it would be more than appropriate to present the Counterpoint to all those May-December romances.
They don't often work out.
Oh, of course, there are exceptions. People are people and your results may vary.
Bogart and Bacall, for instance. That worked. But, if in order to "make your case", you have to explain who Bogart is...that should be a warning sign. It's just that age disparity can bring up differences with culture, with experience...with conversation ("Hey, honey, put on some Beatles.." "What are Beatles?" "You know (chortle), Paul McCartney's other band" "Who's Paul McCartney?")
It's like the joke you have to explain. If you HAVE to explain it, it probably wasn't worth telling.
Here, Max von Sydow plays the older man (and yeah, Max von Sydow skews the odds in his favor because he's so...damn...good) to Barbara Hershey's younger woman. Frederick and Lee. Teacher and Student. Authority Figure and Supplicant Looking for Daddy. His place. His rules. All red flags. Add to it that's he a frustrated artist and generally cynical about the world (so much, in fact, that you wonder what she saw in him...besides being Max von Sydow, of course) compared to her persona of youth and optimism. Experience versus Inexperience.
But, Inexperience learns and rather quickly. And Allen expands the minor irritations into needling consistencies that get under the skin. Then, the dis-believing, the counter-arguments, the accusations, the bargaining, the sympathetic ego-stroking and the outburst from whom no one returns. It's all there. The grief. And no intellectual superiority can solve it...or salve it.
The Set-Up: Lee (Barbara Hershey), the youngest of three sisters, is involved with her former teacher, Frederick (Max von Sydow) has just started an affair with the husband (Michael Caine) of her older sister Hannah (Mia Farrow) but before they can "make plans" to be more than in-laws, she has to break the news to her current room-mate.
Action.
Lee walks along the sidewalk in the rain; she's bareheaded.
The streets are dark. A car drives by; a pedestrian passes
holding an umbrella. Lee passes a restaurant well lit inside
by hanging lamps.
The baroque music continues as she enters
the loft, her head soaked. She closes the door, touching
her soaking hair.
Lee walks through the loft's living room area, unbelting her
coat, towards the bathroom. She passes Frederick, who sits
at a table in the kitchen area, drinking a cup of coffee and
reading the paper. A plate with a half-eaten sandwich sits
in front of him. The music stops.
LEE
(opening the bathroom
door)
Lucy and I kept talking, and I didn't
realize how late it had gotten.
FREDERICK More gruesome film
clips...and more puzzled intellectuals
declaring their mystification over
the systematic murder of millions.
As he talks, Lee is seen turning on the bathroom light. She
takes off her coat, hanging it on a hook, then begins to dry
her hair with a towel.
FREDERICK
(turning his head
slightly in Lee's
direction and
gesturing)
The reason why they could never answer
the question "How could it possibly
happen?" is that it's the wrong
question. Given what people are,
the question is
(swallowing)
"Why doesn't it happen more often?"
Of course it does, in subtler forms.
Frederick takes a bite of his sandwich and another sip of
coffee as Lee walks out of the bathroom, tossing the towel
down on the counter.
She takes a kettle and fills it with water.
FREDERICK
(grunting, sipping
his coffee)
It's been ages since I sat in front
of the TV... just changing channels
to find something.
As Frederick continues his monologue, Lee is busy in the
background: striking a wooden match and lighting a burner on
the stove for the kettle, taking a glass out of the cupboard,
walking into the bathroom for some pills, filling the glass
with water in the kitchen sink, and taking her pills.
FREDERICK You see the whole culture...Nazis,
deodorant salesman, wrestlers...beauty
contests, the talk show...
FREDERICK Hmm? But the worst are the
fundamentalist preachers...third-rate con men, telling the poor suckers
that watch them that they speak for
Jesus...and to please send in money.
(picking up his
sandwich)
Money, money, money!
(MORE)
FREDERICK (CONT'D)
If Jesus came back, and saw what's
going on in his name, he'd never
stop throwing up.
He takes a bite of his sandwich and a sip of coffee. Lee
sets her glass on the kitchen counter and walks towards the
bedroom area.
She starts to take off her wet clothes by the bed. Frederick
takes off his glasses. He turns and looks at Lee in surprise.
FREDERICK
(walking over to the
bed)
I'm just trying to complete an
education I started on you five years
ago.
LEE
(unbuttoning her blouse)
I'm not your pupil.
(sighing, her hands
at her side)
I was, but I'm not.
FREDERICK
(sitting down on the
edge of the bed)
When you leave the nest, I just want
you to be ready to face the real
world.
He pulls Lee down next to him on the bed.
She sighs.
FREDERICK
(quickly looking at
Lee, alarmed)
Like what?
FREDERICK
(turning away, his
hands clasped in
front of him)
Oh! Are we going to have this
conversation again?
LEE
(hugging her arm with
her other hand)
Well, maybe it'll only be temporary,
but I ha--I have to try.
FREDERICK
(reacting)
Oh, yes, you have!
FREDERICK
(raising his voice)
You've been with someone!
Lee runs into the kitchen, her hands tight around her chest.
Lee, fraught with emotion, briefly puts her outstretched
hands on the refrigerator door, then turns around and leans
against it, hugging herself, her blouse still unbuttoned,
her hair still wet and bedraggled.
Frederick enters the kitchen area and leans against the
counter.
LEE
(overlapping, her
voice emotionally
raised)
I'm saying it now!
LEE
(walking into the
bathroom)
But you, God, you knew that was going
to happen sooner or later. I can't
live like this!
LEE
(frantically putting
things in her purse,
glaring at Frederick)
What's the difference?! It's just
somebody I met!
LEE
It doesn't make a difference! I
have to move out!
Lee turns and faces Frederick in the bathroom doorway.
LEE I want a less complicated
life, Frederick. I want a husband,
maybe even a child before it's too
late.
Frederick furiously shakes Lee away. He pounds his fist
against a cupboard. Lee, gasping, moves away.
He walks over to Lee in another area of the kitchen.
He loudly pounds his fist on the counter in despair and
frustration, then covers his eyes with his hands in sorrow.
Words by Woody Allen
Pictures by Carlo Di Palma and Woody Allen.
Hannah and Her Sisters is available on DVD and Blu-Ray from M-G-M Home Video.
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