One question: Has Woody Allen always been covered with a thin film of mold and dried body fluids, or is this a new development? For once, Maureen Dowd hits one out of the park:
Woody Allen has proposed writing a memoir, if he can get enough dough.
In this Untitled Woody Allen Fall Project, the most secretive filmmaker in history is ready to spill about Diane Keaton, his ex-girlfriend; dish on his acidic legal fights with his mother-in-law, Mia Farrow, and former business partner, Jean Doumanian; and rhapsodize about the journey of his wife, Soon-Yi, from poor child in South Korea to lady of fashion ordering about her own servants in her Upper East Side mansion.
More than a kiss-and-tell, he reportedly promises a titillating romp of breaking “taboos.”
“For this,” said the man who once savored privacy, in his proposal to market and spin his own scandal, “I want a lot of money.”
I mean: Ick.