I've always been afraid of death.
That's not something I talk about a lot, or ever really, but it's true. And the weird thing is, I'm not particularly sure why. I haven't even known too many people who have died. Certainly no more than normal for someone my age. But for nearly as long as I can remember, I have always been hyper-aware of my own mortality. I vividly remember when I was little that the thought that I would…
A lot of it oversteps into too broad or too deadpan for me, but just as much, if not more of it, cuts to someplace deep inside of me: the frustrations of dedicating a life to understanding art while lacking the ability to turn any of that understanding into action and experience, the dreadful feeling that that dedication to art has only created an impenetrable boundary between yourself and “life,” and so on. It puts into words so many specific…
Look at me, I'm Woody Allen. I'm quirky. I'm bad with women. I'm afraid of commitment. I'm neurotic. I love New York City. I'm Woody Allen. I'm neurotic and quirky. I make references to art and entertainment that you also probably know of. I'm intellectual. I'm cynical. I'm neurotic and obsessive. I'm neurotic. And quirky. I'm just like you! Like my movie, please.
Look closely, and you can see me jumping off the bridge.
Once again, Diane Keaton is the only remotely good thing in the joint. And the black-and-white photography is kinda pretty, I guess.
When I wanted to do the rape scene, I explained to [Mara Lorenzio] that I was going to hit her and rape her. There was no emotional relationship between us, because I had put a clause in all the women's contracts stating that they would not make love with the director. We had never talked to each other. I knew nothing about her. We went to the desert with two other people: the photographer and a technician. No one else.…
