Do not fault me for enjoying the early 90s. I was thirteen, and these were years, yes, years of Wonder. "Reality Bites" taught me how to be cool. "Singles" taught me how to love. "Empire Records" taught me how to glue quarters to the floor and roll my eyes as uncool people tried to pick up said
quarters Good times!
"Naked in New York," "Annie Hall" called. It wants its dignity back. Also its plot, themes, wardrobe-centered motifs, and characterization. Everything since the release of "Annie Hall" wants its colorful whimsy-in-the-face-of-so-much-etc back.
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