Love and Death made me a Woody Allen fan, a film so funny, so smart, a film like I’d never seen before. Being but 15 at the time, how could it be otherwise. One of Woody’s great comedies, Love and Death remains pleasantly absurd, if no longer bellylaugh funny, yet still unspools a plethora of classic LOLs.
Woody grounded his Russian parody on Crime and Punishment, War and Peace and other conjunctive titles from the great Russian novelists. Then he processed everything through two disparate lenses: classic Soviet cinema directed by Eisenstein and the wackiness of the Marx Brothers, Bob Hope and Charlie Chaplin.
Mostly it’s Jewish humor set in iconic Gentile settings, of which Czarist Russia was a cradle in 1812, when Napoleon invaded and captured Moscow. The movie’s conceit features moral adolescents playing at moral sophistication, for instance confusing murder and war. Further stating “Morality is subjective.” No, it’s not.
Conceit and confusion aside, Love and Death is tremendously funny.
With jokes like that, Love and Death kills. It simply slays. Well, maybe not simply…
Woody Allen as himself, a physically weak man with a New York Jewish comedic sensibility, yet existing as the youngest son of an aristocratic Russian Orthodox family. Boris the Coward occupies a hallowed place in Woody’s acting oeuvre.
Diane Keaton as Sonja, his second cousin twice removed, beautifully unattainable. Love and Death was the third of eight movies Keaton made with Allen, during some of which they were also an item. Apparently in real life she was readily attainable.
Woody Allen’s early masterpiece is chock full of ideas and stuffed to the gills with LOLs. There’s enough of both to forgive the puerile Left Wing worldview that suffuses the entire creation.
As a parody, Love and Death has a well earned supernatural rFactor.
Movie fakery aside, it opens a (parodistic) lens onto Russia’s Patriotic War of 1812, when Napoleon’s Grande Armée briefly captured Moscow.
Philosophically, Woody’s obsession with death strikes this Jew as not Jewish. The Torah and the Rabbis alike focus on life and not death. More prosaically, it’s not that I’ve not met kvetchy Jews, it’s just that I don’t recall a one fixated on death.
Finally, Woody’s puerile worldview devalues knowledge-work while idealizing serf-work, even though he is only capable of the former. Comedy aside, consider this quintessentially Left Wing thinking.