I had the most embarrassing moment the other day in Café Gitane (where I've seen Terry Richardson and Zac Posen on different occasions, both eating a salad). There had been a cold snap overnight, and as I was sipping my coffee and eating my paing au chocolat, a gust came from the door. I looked over and saw a couple moms bundling their babies up, and Françoise Hardy was playing on the loudspeaker, and I started openly weeping because I'm so in love with New York City. The embarrassing part was when I recognized that my love for the city has less to do with the city itself and more to do with my newfound obsession with Interiors/Manhattan (but also secretly First Wives Club)-era Diane Keaton. A couple weeks ago, my friend Ingrid came to visit, and we were watching and loving Woody Allen's Interiors—which someone really needs to make into an opera—and we pointed out that Diane Keaton's acting method is basically

1. act like you went to college
2. have "nervous hair"
3. deliver lines like you're at a screentest or actors' first read-through

I do respect that she manages to keep everything just a pitch below Sally Field's absolutely unhinged hysteria. Do you know how much you risk as a film director when you let Diane Keaton (or anyone, for that matter) lean up against a wall like a time out doll and then whip around to respond to some buffoonery in the next room?

There's an appalling dearth of screencaps from Interiors on the internet, but if you haven't seen the movie, let me at least sum up the color palette for you:

This is also the movie that, when I saw first saw it a couple months ago, made me break down and get a pair of Breuer Cesca chairs. As it's apparently the most-copied chair design of the 20th century, I don't have any idea how "original" mine are. I'm perfectly content imagining they were carefully chosen by a bookish homemaker wife living in Air Force base housing circa 1982. Furthermore, mine don't have a resigned-to-the-aggressive-side-of-passive-aggressive Sam Waterson standing nearby.

The trailer is ultra creepy. Reverb-y voices read quotes from critics in a public service announcement tone that seems to say "Do not abuse your children, but do see this movie, and immediately afterward calmly move to your nearest fallout shelter."

The transfer to digital, both DVD and on iTunes ($2.99 rental!), is way cleaner and lighter than the trailer. I highly, highly recommend this film. As if you need a recommendation to a movie with costumes by Joel Schumacher!