I’ll never watch another Woody Allen film again.
That hurts. From “What’s Up Tiger Lily” to “Blue Jasmine,” I’ve been a fan, advocate of his world view, evangelist of his art — but no more.
After reading Dylan Farrow’s op-ed in the New York Times where she alleges, in shocking detail, the sexual abuse that she suffered from Woody — my disgust will override any fandom feelings that may linger. A seven-year-old child’s innocence and life force was murdered by Woody, again allegedly, and we respond to that with more adulation and awards for a great filmmaker, and a twisted, decrepit human being.