With friends like these . . .
. . . you don't have any friends.
I just watched this for the first time (so for the 1,000th time, thanks TCM). Gena Rowlands as Marion is her usual force of nature, which is why I stayed with it. But every character in all Marion's social circles (except 2 of the men who hit on her) keep waltzing up to her to yammer on about how she ruined their lives! Often very long ago! It's full of women (and a couple of men) who passive-aggressively wait years or decades to pounce on Marion for the mortal sin of not being a bubbly empathic girly-girl. She was supposed to make them happier than they turned out, and it's All. Her. Fault.
I was a grownup in the late '80s when this was filmed, and I swear on my legwarmers: women IRL like the characters in this film were blessedly rare. The voices in this film's whiny chorus say a lot more about what Woody Allen thinks of women than they do about actual women.