Woody's masterpiece For sure Woody Allen's masterpiece. 1984. The character Woody has tried so hard in a long and amazingly productive career to play, to be, to explain, is fully realized here. Fully human. It cuts absurdly deep and, at the same time, is funny and strongly and beautifully plotted. The framing device in the Carnegie deli is absolutely perfect as are the real life stand up comics who tell the story. The lounge club singer who Danny resurrects, who then leaves him for a more connected manager as he is about to make it to the bigtime, is beyond perfect. One of the great performances by anyone, ever. And Mia Farrow. His ex-wife who now hates him because, among other things, he divorced her and married their adopted daughter. Mia Farrow is simply spectacular as a busty, brassy, mafia connected blonde, and holds her terse own with the doesn't shut up for a second Danny in an ongoing debate about morality and the meaning of life. This debate is never pushed into your face (as Woody characteristically does in many other movies), but is developed naturally as part of the budding romance. The perfect ambiguous ending. Pretty much a perfect movie. But unlike, say, Rear Window or Pulp Fiction or even Some Like it Hot - perfect movies which are about nothing much other than themselves - Danny Rose cuts very, very deep. Touches a whole range of issues about what it means to be human with a deftness that Woody has never, before or after this movie, come close to achieving elsewhere.