Wow. This is the closest anyone is ever going to get to Bergman-style film. There's a lot of Bergman emulation that tends to go on in other movies, but a lot of it feels too self aware. Interiors is firmly rooted in its own world, and deadly serious. Fans of Bergman would probably enjoy this, even Woody Allen usually isn't their cup of tea.

Pathetic. Diane Keaton isn't Liv Ullmann, and u can not be Bergman, Mr. Allen.

While being deep emotionally, it does not move any further. By the end it is really difficult not to shut it off before all this family extravaganza go too far. I don't enjoy Allen's movies like this.

To be honest, I'd probably rate this a bit higher if the characters weren't so unlikable. Watching selfish, pretentious people bicker about selfish, pretentious issues gets a bit tiring by the end. But that's not a major complaint. It's all written with such intelligence, insight and depth that I can overlook the bitter taste and appreciate the craftsmanship. Allen is as good a director as he is a writer, and here he demonstrates his skills full force with some beautiful shot compositions.

After over 30 Woody films this is the first time I have been truly disappointed. This film is obviously very well made and interesting in a way but it's fucking boring. I didn't care about any of these pathetic characters. However, I did love the use of silence.

Darkness for humour and the saddest family ever. The last third could be the best 30 minutes of any Woody Allen film. The Barbarian Invasions, watch and learn.

Interiors: 9 // 9 // 9 // 8 // 9 // 9 // 8

A fascinating time for Allen as a filmmaker. Annie Hall in 1977 was a huge step forward. Then one year later he crafts this family drama, as drastically different from his previous work as could be imagined. While sometimes dismissed as an attempt at serious filmmaking before he had the chops to pull it off, it holds up quite well. The writing may occasionally be mildly stilted, but the directing is unassailable and often quite lovely in shot composition.

One of the weakest and least involving of Woody Allen's entire filmography. Interiors is part failed Ingmar Bergman mimicry and part leftovers from Annie Hall. A dysfunctional family of neurotic, educated New Yorkers dealing with existential angst, creative block and, well, each other - a combination of themes prevalent in other, better Allen dramas, here not very insightful or interesting, actually a tad boring.

Allen nails the "Bergman touch", but ultimately makes a film that feels too pretentious for its own good. Perfect casting and performances.

the drama is so realistic that it even has the same pitfall as real drama, it's boring. none of the characters were likable. i have to say that the best part of this movie was the final ten minutes, that monologue and the beach scene those were just fantastic.

Not merely "Woody's Bergman tribute", this is a legitimately good drama in its own right, with strong performances and an, for Allen, unusually dark tone. It would be very interesting to see him stretch his abilities this far again nowadays.

Under-appreciated Bergmanesque non-comedy.

Geraldine Page is simply staggering and should have won every award she possibly could have been nominated for.

A heavily dramatic film for Allen, perhaps his heaviest in his lengthy filmography. Not a lot happens in this film other than the slight exploration of creativity and the rivalry therein, and yet I couldn't help but be fascinated with these characters. An interesting picture, one I plan to watch again.

From this film on, Woody Allen has been prolific in writing various offshoots of the same asshole character; one that copes with their insecurities through abstract ramblings designed to make theirself sound smart. A character that he himself would probably despise in real life. His explorations of this type would become played out as hell by the mid-80s, but it's somewhat fresh in Interiors.

Woody Allen is not Bergman, period.