Woody Allen built his reputation on breezy, unstructured comedies that served as little more than excuses to place his trademarked hyper-neurotic nebbish in a series of incongruous environments ranging from 19th century Russia ( Love and Death ) to a dystopian future ( Sleeper ).
Co-written with Marshall Brickman (who was a better team in creating Sleeper than Mickey Rose was in collaboration with Bananas), this is Allen�s most mellifluous, fervent dialogue with each line pierced and tinged with biting hilarity (�Years ago I wrote a short story about my mother called �The Castrating Zionist,�� or �I could tell by your voice, it was very authoritative�like the pope or the computer in 2001,� or �I internalize things�I can�t explain it, I grow a tumor instead,� or �You think you�re God�/ �I gotta model myself after someone�), and throughout the whole running-time, it never loses its grasp.