I will not be watching another installment. I'll be curious to see if the numbers remain high or if most people, like me, say "one and done."
The documentary makes a very compelling case that Woody Allen acted inappropriately with his young daughter. But I don't want to watch it. The whole thing is just so creepy. And weird.
God knows what quirks and fetishes he has. Allen has been able to live a charmed life pretty much doing whatever he's wanted. We know he married his stepdaughter and that Mia Farrow found nude photos of her in Allen's apartment. But Mia is also supposed to be rather whacko.
The documentary portrays her as this loving mother tending to the needs of all these adopted and birth children. Other accounts by some of the kids say it was a nightmare.
But as I was watching the first episode, filled with home movies and endless shots of Mia's Connecticut home, I thought to myself: Why do I care? It's sad, he probably did it, maybe now more will come to light, but why I do need to devote hours and hours to see this? I wanted to shower after the first episode. For the photo for this post I didn't even want to show their faces.
These celebrity expose documentaries seem to be the rage. There was lots of buzz on the Michael Jackson bizarre sordid story. But does anything change as a result? Michael Jackson songs are still selling and still on the radio. Woody Allen movies are still going to air on TCM. Will this derail Allen's directing career? The man is 85. How many more movies is he going to make? And for all the rumors, bad press, and scandals, Woody Allen has still managed to find backers and make his movies uninterrupted. So unless he goes to prison, what's the point? Other than ratings. And appealing to our more lascivious nature.
So for me, not only will I not watch any subsequent episodes, I'm mad at myself for even watching the first one. Yuch!
from By Ken Levine
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