Sure, Woody Allen is a sex pest, but I think the fact that he's a pseudo-intellectual and always has been is not explored enough territory.
Sex pest is far too generous. He's a pedophile rapist.
Source (trigger warning: rape, sexual assault, pedophilia)
"sexist dipshit" and "sex pest" are both way too generous for a guy who molested his 7-year-old daughter and frequently hung out with Jeffrey Epstein
Oh I like them all...
lmaooo this dipshit couldn't even lie and namedrop a random philosopher from memory to bullshit about. It wasn't even him getting challenged over specific details just him getting the question turned back on him and having aglio e olio fall out of his pockets with his response of "all your basic philosophers."
An element of this is being put on the spot. It's like being asked what music you like and are then suddenly unable to recall the names of any bands you listen to. The difference is that you will probably name some genres at least until the specifics start to come back to you whilst Woody lacks the cursory knowledge to come up with something as general as "greek" or "enlightenment" philosophers to stall.
Reminder that the people who Woody Allen discussed "serious matters" with were likely all dipshits like Epstein who wanted to create a master race with his sperm.
What the hell kind of question is "what are your views on serious matters?"
Hey girl I bet cuz you're a girl you don't deal with SERIOUS matters (such as philosophy) like me, a man.
recently the same thing happened with Piers Morgan and it was absolutely amazing to watch
ask and you shall receive.
it blows my mind that he tried to dunk on someone using the decimals of pi and then got it mixed up with pythagoras' theorem :michael-laugh:The confidence with which he just said the wrong numbers for pi while trying to pass it off as the pythagorean theorem :chefs-kiss:
for real. i wish i had that much confidence when i am absolutely sure of something lmao
He absolutely knows Schopenhauer because he references him in Stardust Memories, making this clip weirder.
I watch a lot of America's Next Top Model which is basically just detailed eugenics for fun (I'm a horrible person I know) and Twiggy is the only semi human person on the panel. The whole practice is honestly disgusting though.
I'm sorry, I can't stand for trashtalking Stardust Memories / Crimes & Misdemeanors / Radio Days / Another Woman / Match Point / Manhattan here.
Stardust Memories in particular is 1) one of the most experimental, greatest films ever made and 2) the ending where Sandy Bates realizes much of his audience has missed the point of his film, but he is still satisfied because he created great art, cores in to the mind of good artists better than anything ever put to screen before. (See: Steve McQueen, a great living artist whose film 'Shame' was misunderstood as being just about sex addiction rather than loneliness, and '12 Years A Slave' just about slavery rather than power.)
The problem is further compounded that very few professional critics understand his films. I'm not evoking this in the vein of "you must have a very high IQ to understand Rick & Morty...", it's just simple things like how Manhattan is not sympathetic towards its pedophiliac lead, but relentlessly skewers him for his immature, abusive & narcissistic self and shows his best friends as uptight yuppies too self-absorbed to understand who he actually is.
Unfortunately, his films also attract That Type of Woody Allen fan (who also misunderstand Manhattan, typically) everyone loathes, which leads to people compounding the fan with the man and the man with the art. Shit, look at Crimes & Misdemeanors' final monologue, after the film's wealthy villain has his blackmailing mistress murdered, and tell me it ain't leftist!
And after the awful deed is done, he finds that he's plagued by deep-rooted guilt. Little sparks of his religious background, which he'd rejected, are suddenly stirred up. He hears his father's voice. He imagines that God is watching his every move. Suddenly, it's not an empty universe at all, but a just and moral one, and he's violated it. Now, he's panic-stricken. He's on the verge of a mental collapse, an inch away from confessing the whole thing to the police.
And then one morning, he awakens. The sun is shining, his family is around him and mysteriously, the crisis has lifted. He takes his family on a vacation to Europe and as the months pass, he finds he's not punished. In fact, he prospers. The killing gets attributed to another person — a drifter who has a number of other murders to his credit, so I mean, what the hell? One more doesn't even matter. Now he's scott-free. His life is completely back to normal. Back to his protected world of wealth and privilege.
Anyway, sorry for the rant. I don't care for the man himself, but I gotta defend the great art.
