Can we all stop making excuses for Woody Allen now? I’m not talking about the twists and turns of his personal life, or the allegations that he abused his daughter decades ago. I don’t know what happened between Allen and Dylan Farrow and neither do you, and we’ve all spent too much time discussing it. I’m talking about Allen’s increasingly bizarre and disconnected films of the last 15 years or so, which appear to have been made by a visitor from another planet who has heard human beings described (to use an old gag) but never actually encountered any.
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