It's trans-plendid!

The fashions, the heavy emphasis on psychoanalysis and the novelty of coke snorting Californians have aged, but the emotional heart of "Annie Hall" still resonates nearly 30 years later.
With the wife and kids gone, I continued my de facto "film festival" celebration of TELEVISION REMOTE CONTROL DOMINATION tonight with Woody Allen's Oscar-winning masterpiece, "Annie Hall."
For all the moments when you laugh out loud (Christopher Walken's admission of head-on collision fantasies is simply one of the squeamishly hilarious moments in celluloid history), there are plenty of times during the film when Alvy Singer and Annie Hall sound like every couple on Earth... including you and your partner.
Some people say Allen's earlier comedies were too slapstick and his later comedies (if indeed, they were "comedies") were too brainy. Maybe.
There can be no disputing, I think, that with "Annie Hall" he got the balance just right.