Through the '80s Woody Allen's films increasingly related to the experiences of middle age. They reflect on themes of nostalgia and regret. Values are reviewed with an anxiety that last chances to change have slipped by. This is the one that most directly confronts that condition.
Gena Rowlands plays a self absorbed and sexually frozen professor in German philosophy who has turned 50 and remarried. She rents a room to write a book, and begins to hear speech from the room next door, where Mia Farrow is being treated for depression (she is called Hope!).
Of course the voice is the academic's interior monologue which is exploring her own past and present relationships. Woody's script inquires into her mid-life crisis with sensitivity, intelligence and wisdom. And Rowlands solemn performance is haunting. There is no comedy.
It's an imaginative and intense drama which utilises dreams, fantasy and flashback to sympathetically probe and resolve her state of emotionally paralysing apprehension. It eschews Allen's frequent enthusiasm for abstract philosophical ideas to focus purely on the condition and conflict of her heart in quite a forensic way.