Shown at The FeckenOdeon on 28th April, 2007
“Television shows happened in the TV set,
but radio shows happened in my head”
Roger Ebert (Chicago Sun-Times)
For millions of people living in ordinary homes in ordinary neighbourhoods in the 1940s, the radio brought images of beings who lived in a shimmering world of penthouses and night-clubs, in dressing rooms and boudoirs. It was both a vehicle of escapism and a glimpse of hope... and it was ALWAYS on!“Radio Days” is a small treasure, at once the story of a gloriously cluttered Jewish family and a tribute to the Golden Age of Radio told without one shred of Woody Allen’s trademark angst. It is also one of his few films in which he doesn’t appear - instead tells the tale through a delightfully wry voiceover narration and the eyes of a ten-year old boy named Joey. In a brilliantly witty script Allen has written lines which are exactly those which people who have been married for years would say - the snappy remarks, the little digs and the unstated comments. We genuinely feel that these characters have reality, feelings and honest desires - just like the rest of us. If you add the vital ingredient of music from the big-band era, the result is an evocative celebration of a world without TV.
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