Woody Allen has always had a knack for portraying the awkward, messy sadness that comes with living. His films excel at capturing phases in people’s lives – the self-conscious romance of young adulthood in Annie Hall, or the elegiac reflection of late middle age in Another Woman. 1987’s September, an elegant and quietly moving chamber piece, sits somewhere between youth and age, capturing the frustrated comfort and yearning for excitement that comes from long term friendship and marriage.

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