I caught "Hannah and Her Sisters" on TV this weekend. Like most Woody Allen movies, it’s hard to explain what exactly "Hannah and Her Sisters" is about, other than New Yorkers attempting to find their way.

A few years ago, on a rainy Saturday, my dad discovered I had never seen a Woody Allen movie. He viewed this as some sort of grave sin, and immediately went out and rented three or four of them. We spent the remainder of the day watching Woody Allen movies on DVD.

I immediately fell in love with the quirky, odd comedies, and have since considered myself a Woody Allen fan. I can understand why some people aren’t fans of his movies. My mom, for one, can’t stand Woody Allen movies. She finds them entirely too weird. And some of them are really strange; I’m the first to admit it.

My dad told me that when "Annie Hall" first came out, and won Best Comedy, people were shocked. It just wasn’t what mainstream America expected in a comedy back then. It features dream sequences, subtitles for the character’s thoughts, and an incredibly neurotic protagonist.

I adore "Annie Hall." It’s my favorite Woody Allen movie and in my top five favorite movies of all time. I make it a point to force my friends to watch it, so they can see and appreciate its genius. I find myself quoting lines (“We can walk to the curb from here.”) from it occasionally, especially to my dad, who picks up on the references.

And once a year, the two of us sit down to watch it. What I love about "Annie Hall" is that no matter how many times I watch it, I laugh and cry. It’s that good.

Love Woody Allen? Hate him or his movies?