Manhattan (1979), dir. Woody Allen | Chapter One. “He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion.” Uh, no, make that: “He romanticized it all out of proportion. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black-and-white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. […] New York was his town, and it always would be.”