Louise's post-Thanksgiving holiday film clip #3

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Hannah and Her Sisters, by Woody Allen.  

It may be my favorite film of his, let alone of all time.

Story centers around several members of Hannah's family, who unite at Thanksgiving.
To be honest, it's during another Thanksgiving scene in the film that I find most moving, but I couldn't find it on YouTube.   If you haven't seen this film, yet.  What can I say?  Do.   It's wonderful.  You don't even have to love NYC, although it certainly helps if you do.

Here's the opening clip of Hannah... justifying it's presence on my holiday-themed film clip list.


Comments

Prince Gomolvilas said…
Damn, girl, you have great taste in movies. Love this film. Woody Allen's subplot helped me through some tough times.
November 30, 2008 at 10:53 PM
Louise On The Left (Coast0 said…
Thank you, my dear BGBFF.

Yes, I have to say, I do have good taste in film, thank you very much.

Film, theater and music...makes up for poorer taste in other departments, I suppose.

Que, sera, sera.
November 30, 2008 at 11:13 PM
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