I loved the major concept it explored. I would have loved to see a little of Woody Allen's wit into this, like in Crimes and Misdemeanors, but this is still very well done.

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.

The tone of this movie is so very flat, a reflection of its intentionally empty characters, who all yearn for something more in their lives. The film's concept is well executed, but also wildly unsatisfying, as the characters are trapped by their depression and self doubt. In this case, done well doesn't necessarily mean enjoyable.

After a promising opening, Interiors falls face first into Allen's typical neurotic, self important angst. As a supposed homage to Bergman, it fails at capturing any real madness or tension, though it does all right by the seaside landscape. The kids are all too whiny to be meaningful; Stapleton and Page are really the only lights here, and Pearl's a huge breath of fresh air (ha!) by the time she comes in. Even in the climax, Allen can't get past a literal script to bring his characters to life.

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.

A heavy drama of Allen, without the usual humor. Intensively depressive analyzes the existentialism between various characters. Well, is not an exciting movie, but it is interesting.

There's lots of fun to be had in watching horrible people being horrible to each other. I loved the ambiance and chilled hostility the whole film had throughout. The climactic scenes set around the beach are truly haunting and worth the price of admission alone.

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 them 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.

Holy shit.

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.

An important picture for Woody to make, because it helped him refine his craft as a director, but not an important movie for anyone to watch. Good performances in the service of what amounts to a film-school exercise.

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.

"Interiors" can easily enter a Woody top 6. Its theme isn't particularly attractive, but has much to offer. From a directorial aspect, Allen avoids many close-ups and, for once in my life, I wasn't annoyed by that. Instead, I believe it was a wise decision that enables the viewer to get to know the interiors of the characters more easily. Also, the scirpt is quite concise (that would piss Frederick off!). Overall, it's an elaborate and moving film.

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

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.