Diane Keaton’s new memoir, Then Again, digs into the origin of her romance with Woody Allen all those many years ago. “He had a great body,” she writes. “I was in love with him before I knew him. He was Woody Allen … He was so hip, with his thick glasses and cool suits.” The two became friends during the 1968 production of Play It Again, Sam, when “Woody got used to me,” Keaton says. “He couldn’t help himself; he loved neurotic girls.” Put that on a shirt, Urban Outfitters. She also non-admits admits that Annie Hall is about their romance.
Most people assumed Annie Hall was the story of our relationship. My last name is Hall. Woody and I did share a significant romance, according to me, anyway. I did want to be a singer. I was insecure, and I did grope for words. After 35 years, does anybody care? What matters is Woody’s body of work. Annie Hall was his first love story. Love was the glue that held those witty vignettes together. However bittersweet, the message was clear: Love fades. Woody took a risk; he let the audience feel the sadness of goodbye in a funny movie.