So I am reading and stumble across this written by Woody Allen in The New York Times Book Review.
Life is so unfair. I tore up the old linoleum in a grungy apartment I rented years ago and found under it only schmutz, hardened chewing gum and a torn ticket stub to “Moose Murders.” Ed Sorel tears up the old linoleum in his apartment and finds yellowing newspapers with headlines screaming about a scandal that gave him material for a terrific book.
How is it that Woody Allen years ago lived in a grungy apartment? Most of my life Allen has been a noted writer, actor, and neurotic though it may be, personality. Unless by ‘years ago’ he referred to his college days or early start I find it hard to see Allen in grunge. I would have altered the phrase.
On a related note this week James and I watched the Allen directed film Interiors. There is so much beige in the film that when a woman with a vivacious personality enters wearing a red dress one almost wants to stand and cheer. Wishing to live a life of one’s own is never easy in this film.
CAFFEINATED POLITICS 