TY Baker!
Did POTUS flip Pelosi?
Hmmmm
Intriguing…
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Manhattan operates for Engelhardt as deja vu,
looking-glass
and trapdoor, from an early scene at Elaine's ("Hah!") to Ike's postcoital insistence that Tracy can't be spending the night at his bachelor pad. "He always did the same with me," she explains, "although he had his driver sending me away in his white Rolls-Royce. I often ended up at the Port Authority, heading to New Jersey." ("It's a brilliant film," she repeats, again and again.) Yet at the film's emotional climax, when Tracy tells Ike "everyone gets corrupted; you have to have a little faith," Engelhardt is wryly unillusioned: "Of course, he didn't have faith in anybody."
When it's over, Engelhardt is struck by how, to her, Allen had conjured a make-believe world in which Ike could conduct his relationship with a teenage partner, able to parade her in public and among friends in a
fantasyland
devoid of any disapproval, noting how it contrasted with her own enforced seclusion. "I was kept away," she observes. The ethical milieu Allen establishes among the rest of the adults in the film is striking. Without exception, they're either bemusedly ambivalent or outright supportive of the pair's relationship. Indeed, Ike's own perpetual hand-wringing about its appropriateness — as though such hand-wringing were tantamount to absolution — is brought into even sharper relief by its absence elsewhere.
'Member the sinkhole outside the White House?