Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Yes, I know yesterday was July 4th, but I'm writing this yesterday so my title is appropriate.
Here's what I've decided to do about Woody Allen movies:
I'm not going to stop watching the movies he made that I love, such as Annie Hall, Manhattan, Radio Days, Hannah and Her Sisters, and Midnight in Paris. Art can transcend the artist.
However, I'm not going to watch any movies that he makes in the future. I'm also not going to purchase any of his movies on DVD.
I believe Dylan Farrow, who has a very specific recollection of him molesting her when she was a child. I don't care that he was acquitted. So was O.J. Simpson.
Her brother Ronan also stands by her, and he played a big part in breaking the Harvey The Rapist news (I'll be writing more about that very soon).
I'm going to continue watching movies made by Harvey Wienerstein's company because I don't think he'll ever make another movie––may he rot in prison with Bill Cosby.
Infinities of love,
Franklin, Penelope, and I are quite miserable because of the fireworks.