Woody Allen

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I've always been a fan of Woody Allen's movies.

Each year my beautiful wife will mix in the latest Allen effort, sprinkling it in among the romantic comedies where Jennifer Aniston or JLo or Katherine Heigel struggles to find a man who wants her.

And Allen hardly ever disappoints. His movies are smart, funny, and filled with great actors who just want to work with him, for free.

In other words, Hollywood loves him.

Recently he received one of those lifetime achievement awards and during the presentation one of his kids sent a tweet asking if he was also being honored for sexually molesting one of the kids he was a step-father too.

Yeah. We all know the story about Woody Allen's now wife.

She used to be his step-daughter.

And that is very creepy, but in one of those shrug-your-shoulders types of deals, Allen was sort of forgiven for his misdeed.

(Think Ortiz' steroid use).

Yet there is a real charge out there that sort of has also fallen by the wayside.

Dylan Farrow, the child of Allen's long-term love (before he married his daughter) is claiming that when she was 7 years old, Woody sexually molested her on a number of occasions.

That's beyond creepy, folks.

What's more, Farrow, who is not the biological daughter of Woody, or Frank Sinatra (who also dabbled in the Mia pool)is further claiming that Allen did this a whole lot of times and was careful to make it seem like real daddy-daughter love.

Geez...you need a scorecard to jot down the depravity and deception.

Sort of like a plot to an Allen movie.

But it's not a movie, folks.

I recently watched Blue Jasmine.

It's the latest Allen effort.

It's good. It's been nominated for 3 Academy Awards. Alec Baldwin was great in it. So was Dice Clay (believe it or not).

But you know what it will be known for around these parts?

It's the last Allen movie I want to see.

Unless he's open about his sick, twisted life and comes clean about some of these charges, I'm done.

If what that kid is saying is true.

Woody Allen doesn't just come across as a weird little man...

...he is one.

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