So much about this film was said since it's release in 1979, that I feel that I won't say anything new here. But I'm going to write something about it anyways, because I love this film.
Isaac Davis (Woody Allen) is a divorced writer of TV shows unhappy with his job. His ex-wife, Jill (Meryl Streep) left him to live with another woman and is writing a book about her relationship with him. He dates a seventeen year-old high-school student, Tracy (Mariel Hemingway), who is in love with him, but he doesn't feel the same for her. When he meets Mary Wilkie (Diane Keaton), the mistress of his married best friend Yale (Michael Murphy), he instantaneously has a crush on her.
This is without any space for doubt, Woody Allen's best. Manhattan has brilliant insights into human nature, the black and white photography is visually breathtaking.
Its realistic dialogue and probing commentary on the desperate nature of men and women in search of love makes this film one of a kind.
And, though I might not approve of Isaac's final choice (don't worry, I won't tell), his almost religious experience which brings him to that conclusion is a stunning climax, wheather or not he changes his mind about what is right for him at that point.