Child Molestation References in Woody Allen Movies
I confess I've never really seen many Woody Allen movies. A few here and there I guess. They really aren't my bag. Selfish neurotic assholes stuck in their own heads--that's what I read books for. At the movies, I like to see spectacle. I grew up on Star Wars, Spielberg, Jaws. In five years someone at TIME is going to write an article about how we're the Blockbuster Generation or some crap like that and maybe it'll even be a little true. But my point is, I've seen like four of Woody Allen's films.
I had NO IDEA how much incest, rape, molestation, and statutory rape there was in his movies.
Jesus, she's gorgeous.
But she's seventeen. I'm forty-two and she's seventeen. I'm older than her father. Do you believe that? I'm dating a girl wherein I can beat up her father. That's the first time that phenomenon ever occurred in my life.
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So what are we supposed to do? Every comedian alive, every writer alive, has been influenced by Woody Allen. In a way, the dilemma this poses is nothing new. Artists can be scum. Every grownup knows this. Roman Polanski was convicted of violating a thirteen-year-old girl, but he still made Chinatown. A recent biography of the German essayist Walter Benjamin, a personal intellectual hero of mine, revealed that when it came to his wife and child, he was, not to put too fine a point on it, an irresponsible asshole. The first compiler of the tales of King Arthur, Sir Thomas Malory, was a well-known rapist. Separating the quality of the art from the life of the artist is necessary for anyone who wants to enjoy anything.
But with Woody Allen, such a separation is impossible, because his movies are so thoroughly about himself, and about his own condition, and, as it turns out, the moral universe in which he exists—one in which there is no expectation of justice.. . .