Molly Haskell

“Mia Farrow, Allen's lady love and star, is her sweet, wistful self, never overwhelming, and Allen seems not only to acknowledge this, but to build the film around it. In the end, as she sits, rapt, watching Rogers and Astaire do one of their three most exalted numbers, Allen emphasizes the ironic contrast between the drabness of the living woman [hm] in color, and the pristine black-and-white print of Top Hat. Farrow seems there to remind us that the stars of today will never, can never have the magic of their predecessors. But why rub it in?”

Molly Haskell
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