Sure Bergman got there first, but did he have a white bread and mayo sight gag? I will always take my ruminations on love, death, family, meaning and God from a New York sensibility over the Scandinavian.
It’s just such a perfect film. From the songs, to the performances, to the incredible sweaters everyone wears. Hannah and Her Sisters reminds us that loneliness and obsession and misery are temporary states.
We need not live in those moments forever, and times like Thanksgiving blur our linear lives into something much more profound.
And yet we remain bewitched, bothered and bewildered…