Linda Rigel Manhattan I hate Woody Allen. Not for his silly sex life or the work devolved from recognition to repetition. Etc I hate Woody Allen because he lied to me in that intimate, fragile space between auditor and object he put his face on that object, that scene of the crime seconds before the credits roll in Manhattan. "You need to have a little faith in people" and Woody's sweet, no-defense smile affirms: yes, people are in the end faithworthy. Of all the lies in all the world, that bald one slipped into my operating system. And so many decisions made on that assumption which, of course, led on to disaster. Etc.

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