This movie is really under appreciated. One of Allen`s better films. In his second tier, I guess. I DON`T HAVE ANYTHING INTERESTING TO SAY ABOUT THIS MOVIE. I LIKE THE END, I THOUGHT IT WAS CLEVER. I usually hate the self referential bullshit, but I didn`t mind it here. I`m not sure why. Maybe because it works equally well as an autobiographical piece, or as a work of complete fiction. You can come at it from either direction.

Random/Film-student-esque cinematography, weak plot, un-engaging characters, no humor or charm, and what's with the black and white? The whole film screams a desperate attempt at artistic without any of the neccessary elements.

There's a certain irony (not lost on Allen, I'm sure) to such a narcissistic neurotic making such an indulgent, self-referential film. It's a fun concept, though, and makes for an entertaining film, even if it never scales to the heights of its primary inspiration, 8 1/2. Charming and funny. Gordon Willis is the man, by the way.

"especially your earlier, funny ones"

The Woody Allen version of _8 1/2_. A big improvement, too

Woody Allen's "8 1/2" (with a little Bergman thrown in for good measure). It's not his best organized film but it may be his most honest. The black-and-white photography is absolutely gorgeous and Charlotte Rampling gives her most intense and haunting performance.

Woody is really beginning to master his craft right around this time. Unfortunately, this is his most self-indulgent, people-hating, ugly movie.

Gordon WIllis's cinematography was amazing, the wistful fantasies that weave in and out of Sandy's world are a great homage to/parody of 8 1/2. More abstract and unconventional from typical Woody, but the nonlinear narrative and occasional bouts of fantasy provide another window to elucidate on the typical themes of faith, purpose, and love that he often tackles.

Woody Allen very often dances around the autobiographical, self-analytical, and existentially angsty, in a manner resembling his idols Fellini and Bergman. But Stardust Memories is perhaps the earliest example of full-on, heavy-duty self-indulgent deconstruction. At his best, he steps further away from himself than he does here, but as this masturbatory side of him goes, Stardust Memories is very good fun, and never tiring or bothersome.

A bit confusing as, on the one hand, it is deep investigation of human feelings, desires and lusts. On the other hand, it is depressing story about a man who gave up with unusual overdose of Woody's whining.

Far too playful and self-indulgent/self-referential for my tastes.

This film voices many grievances (as do most Allen films) and only hints at some semblance of consolation. But maybe that's okay. Maybe Allen's sole intent was to vent; about his fans, about his career, about love and about the meaning of life. Whatever the point is, Allen does it with beautiful cinematography (I've never seen so many interesting faces in one film), and some very funny scenes. Self indulgent? Maybe, but I don't mind. It's no 8 1/2, but this is a very good movie.

Woody channels Fellini and the result is "Stardust Memories", a film both funny and somber -and did I mention quite pretentious as well? But this is also one of Allen's finest works and certainly his most artistic picture, a jewel that embellishes his filmography, this long, satirical epic on despair. The cinematography is stunning and the direction masterful -I actually think this is a gigantic improvement of "8 1/2" because it may be just as self-indulgent but it's thrice more entertaining.