A Woody Dilemma
“My first wife was very immature. At night when I’d be taking a bath, she’d come in and sink all my boats.” — Woody Allen During my 73 years, there is no one in the entertainment world whose work I’ve more admired than that of Woody Allen. Well, unless it was Bill Cosby. Sure can pick my entertainment idols, can’t I? I chose not to watch the HBO documentary “Allen vs. Farrow,” knowing that what Allen is accused off — sexually molesting his young adopted daughter, Dylan — would neither be proved nor disproved by the viewing. Ms. Farrow and her mother, actress Mia Farrow, will always say it happened. Allen, barring the possibility of a deathbed confession, will always say it did not. What I’m writing about, then, is the discomfort I feel in my admiration for Allen as a comedian, actor and above all a film maker — and where to place that amidst my uneasiness with him as a human being. And, of course, there’s the question of whether I, or anyone, should view the wo...