Dir: Woody Allen
Plot: A restless Diane Keaton drags reluctant husband Woody Allen into a mystery after the death of an elderly neighbour sets off her alarm bells.
For me, this is Allen's most underrated film - a flooring exercise in modern screwball which reunites him with the irresistibly sparkling Diane Keaton. Taking its central inspiration from The Thin Man (husband in search of a quiet life pestered into a murder investigation by over-inquisitive wife), the plot sees Keaton become convinced that their friendly neighbour has bumped off his missus and framed it as a heart attack. An even wetter than usual Allen plays her husband, Larry, who refuses to become involved, but is chagrined to find her then turning to his recently-divorced pal for help. At first he is spurred on by fear of potential infidelity, but then Larry too becomes certain that the cuddly gent across the hall is hiding something and soon the couple are in way over their heads.
