Deconstructing Harry: A Very Woody Confession

Ah, Woody Allen. You know, the guy who’s as controversial as surströmming on a hot summer day. “Deconstructing Harry” is no exception, trust me. I remember first catching this film back in the late ’90s, seated in a dingy little biograph in Stockholm. It was one of those rare nights when they served varm korv right in the lobby – simple joys, eh?

Anyways, back to the movie. You have our perennial neurotic, Harry Block, played by Woody himself, surrounded by a stellar cast including Billy Crystal, Robin Williams, and Judy Davis. Nohoo, it’s not some feel-good flick. It’s like Allen took his therapist’s notes and filmed them. Which, I think, is what makes it weirdly compelling. It’s chaotic, self-deprecating, and yes, a bit painful.

One scene sticks, where Robin Williams plays an actor literally out of focus. Geni, huh? Had me thinking about how sometimes life’s got us all in a bit of a blur. And Mariella, my old friend from the paper, once said that’s a very Swedish thing – to embrace the unresolved, like holding on to a snowball as it melts.

But let’s be real, this isn’t a film that’ll leave you warm inside. More like a series of jarring vignettes pieced together, somewhat like a smorgasbord. It’s as if each piece tasted starkly different. Sometimes delightful, sometimes, well, the cinematic equivalent of overcooked potatis.

Allen’s direction here feels both shaky and masterful. A contradiction, perhaps? I’m not sure. But it mirrors life’s randomness, doesn’t it? Maybe it’s just me, but watching this film feels like a quirky Stockholm stroll – unpredictably charming with a hint of existential dread. You dig a bit of cerebral chaos? Ja, then give it a shot.

But honestly, have a stiff drink ready. You might need it.

Check the trailer below