Does /lit/ revere the comedic works of American humourist Woody Allen?

>>21940013 (OP)

I’d rather die than read a book by an American. All this country is known for is mindless consumerism, mental illness and losing wars to peasants.

Woody kind of agrees with you



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRNGeJ8nq9Q [Embed]

I’ve read one of his books and it was decent but it’s really the movies where he excels

What's so great about them? I saw parts of one of them and thought nothing of it, except that he was living his fantasy of dating a 17 year old under the guise of playing a character.

I honestly prefer his modern ones. Match Point, Blue Jasmine, Midnight in Paris, Irrational Man, etc.

Watch Annie Hall

>>21940013 (OP)

>Anyone who has ever thrown a lit match into the hold of a munitions tanker will bear me out that from the smallest gesture a great many decibels can be coaxed. In fact, a maelstrom of fairly seismic proportions occurred in my own life just a few weeks ago precipitated by nothing larger than a succinct billet-doux slipped under the door of our townhouse. The lethal flyer announced that a Hollywood production shooting in Manhattan had decided the outside of our home was letter perfect for the celluloid bubba meisha they happened to be sauteing at the moment and, should the interiror pass muster, they would like to use it as a location. Preoccupied as I was at the time by certain Wall Street mergers that affected my substantital position in pyrite, I accorded the proclamation the same urgency reserved for Chinese take-out menus and cosigned the scrawl to our circular file.

>>21940013 (OP)

>It seemed like Mike Tyson's estate was being sold, and the champ's fiefdom was nothing short of Xanadu. It boasted eighteen guest bedrooms for those occasions, I suppose, when two baseball teams drop over unexpectedly. It had thirty-eight bathrooms, as Tyson apparently does not like to pouud on the door screaming, "Are you ever coming out?" There were seven kitchens, a waterfall, a boathouse, a disco, a huge gym, and a larger theater. The original asking price was twenty-one million federal diplomats, and either the buyer was an accomplished hypnotist or the premises lacked some essential ingredient like a missile silo, because the principal was somehow sweet-talked down from twenty-one million to a more demure four.

>>21940013 (OP)

>What a morning. I had to pop two Valiums to zone out the monarchs, graylings, and cecropia moths that were using my stomach to practice aerial maneuvers. My first actual assignment as a reporter, and it's this fantastic coup. Why would Hollywood's most charismatic actor, Bolt Upright, who eschews the limelight a la Howard Hughes, grant an interview to an unkown nineteen-year-old with shoulder-length blond hair, long tanned legs, Ming Dynasty cheeckbones, a great top shelf, and an overbite that wreaks havoc with the Y-chromosome crowd? If this Sun Belt Casanova has any idea of hitting on me like the myriad hapless starstruck tomatoes he's drilled, he's got another think coming. My goal in life is serious reportage, and I'd frankly rather go one on one with Joe Biden or the Dalai Lama, except those highfalutin face cards never wrote back, while Bolt, who accidentally lamped me last month in Playboy's nude spread on the best-built Columbia journalism majors, not only answered but scented his reply.
