Back sometime in the 70s - I can’t really remember what year - Woody Allen was making a lot of movies, one after the other and getting raves from the “hip” set.
I will admit that at first my adverse reaction to him was engendered by the fact that I couldn’t stand a lot of the folks who were his big fans. I figured that if they liked him, there must be something wrong with him. Then I went to see a couple of his movies. I specifically remember “Sleeper” and “Love and Death.”
That clinched it. The films were hopelessly self-absorbed, tedious in the extreme and perverse in the most bizarre ways that I could never quite put my finger on, but which were very real nonetheless.
I filed Allen away under that category of sexually frustrated twerp that finds the sow’s ear in every pile of silk purses. He further personified that modern fixation on psychotherapy as a substitute for religious faith and sin as something to be accepted and reveled in rather than confessed and corrected.
While I was shocked at the depth of the underlying perversion that has since come to light, I would not call it surprising. That said, I think it’s a damn shame that Sinatra is now gone and unavailable to have some of his cronies exact an appropriate revenge on this vile little pervert and his infamita.
Millstone, anyone?
“When the Soon Yi revelations came to light, Sinatras associates offered to take Woody somewhere quiet and duff him up. Farrow declined. “http://www.irishexaminer.com/lifestyle/features/drama-and-deceit-mark-mia-farrows-incredible-life-245542.html
Best thing said on this thread, thanks:
“That said, I think its a damn shame that Sinatra is now gone and unavailable to have some of his cronies exact an appropriate revenge on this vile little pervert”