Woody Allen has said that The Purple Rose of Cairo was one of a handful of his films that ended up being fairly close to how he envisioned it. He started off writing the movie and, as the process continued, the vision he had in the beginning stuck fairly close to the film as a finished product. In the mind of an artist, the notion of something being consistently real from the beginning of the process to the end of the process is compelling, as life’s distractions and thoughts often impose themselves and alter the consistency.
So we could say that 1985’s The Purple Rose of Cairo finds Woody Allen at his most consistent. A magical film, it is his ode to movies and to movie romance. It is also the quintessential film-within-a-film picture, as the worlds of Hollywood glitz and glamour collide with the worlds of reality in the Great Depression. Allen’s selection of such a raw, emotional, trying time in American history serves to brilliantly juxtapose the magical events seen on screen.
Back in the day where movies provided an escape from the rigours of life, we meet Cecilia (Mia Farrow). She is married to the brutish Monk (Danny Aiello) and lives out a loveless, empty existence. Cecilia’s only escape from her harsh reality is the cinema, where she watches whatever’s playing over and over again. As it happens, the film The Purple Rose of Cairo is playing and she is quite taken with it. She sees the picture again and again, sinking deeper into the fantasy world of the movie and forgetting her mounting troubles out in reality.
One day, something magical happens as one of the film’s characters, Tom Baxter (Jeff Daniels), steps off of the screen and into her life. He is in love with her and has seen her watching him on screen for the past few days. Baxter has broken the fourth wall, busted out of the picture, and chaos springs out like a bolt from the blue. The remaining actors on screen are clueless, unable to continue the film. Studio heads are called, the actor who plays Baxter is brought in, and a spiralling mass of press attention and romance begin to overwhelm Cecilia.
Indeed, this movie is less about the romance and the swirling characters and more about what it means to watch a movie and to be an audience. It is Allen’s meditation on the film experience; it’s about going to the movies, experiencing the characters, falling in love with the moments, feeling the situations. It is a bout art’s relationship to reality and how we, as the audience, experience that relationship. Do we fall in love? Do we risk something for artistic experiences? And so on…
But on its face, The Purple Rose of Cairo is also an entertaining story. There is humour, romance, goodness, purity, and slices of life. Farrow is brilliant as Cecilia and it is impossible not to feel for her. She is treated terribly by her husband and is in a loveless marriage, so we yearn for her to experience romance when she does and our heart breaks when something goes wrong. We feel sad, happy, and expectant for her as though she is our possession. Such is the nature of grand characters.
The Purple Rose of Cairo is not Woody Allen’s best film. There are uneven moments and the story sometimes drags. But it is entirely magical and engaging nevertheless, as Allen’s best works are never really truly his “best works” anyways. His oeuvre is composed of classics that never were, of films that never reached their potential. And, like all true artists, Woody Allen knows this and continues to impress us.
8.2/10
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