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spatch just had to tell me that
Joan Micklin Silver has died and I never wrote about
Crossing Delancey (1988). It was one of the movies I meant to rewatch and write about because I loved it so much that I had trouble putting words around it and then 2020 kept happening and I didn't write about so many things. I didn't write about
Between the Lines (1977). I haven't yet seen
Hester Street (1975). Everything about this past year feels like unfinished business. I knew at the new year that it wouldn't change like a fingersnap overnight, but I missed a window to tell an artist—even just for the record of history—how much her art meant to me when she was around to hear it and I strongly believe that is the sort of thing a person should do; so many artists don't get the chance to find out.
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No! I never thought of Crossing Delancey as the anti-Woody Allen (I know he's a cultural force, but I bounced so badly off my few experiences with his films, I almost never think of him with respect to other movies) and I think I feel a little more complicatedly than Freeman about the question of different worlds in the film (which I will talk about if I ever manage to write about the damn thing), but I absolutely agree about the celebration of Jewish romance. Thank you for the link!
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I do like Hadley Freeman's writing, so when I noticed this, and after your piece, I was definitely going to read it, and then flag it to you.
I think her piece is interesting, but I've got entirely the wrong background to form a valid opinion on it.