How good it is to hear again from Woody Allen.
That was the first thought that occurred to me while paging through Allen’s entertaining, invigorating new memoir, Apropos of Nothing. For those who do not remember how omnipresent Woody once was, let me offer a quick refresher. In the mid 1990s — when I, then an adolescent, was won over to the Allen cult on the strength of films such as Annie Hall (1977) and Hannah and Her Sisters (1986) — Woody still logged appearances in most of his films. Sure, he was absent from Alice (1990) and Bullets over Broadway …
This article appears as “The Companionable Woody Allen” in the May 18, 2020, print edition of National Review.
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