God knows I have never been Woody Allen's biggest fan. I have been uneasy about his depiction of young girls since Mariel Hemingway in Manhattan, but I find this current shaming of him abhorrent.
He was exonerated in court long ago on charges brought by Mia Farrow who many believe put the notion of her then 7-year-old daughter Dylan's being molested by him in her head. Her adopted son, Moses, 14 at the time, has publicly come out against her. Dylan's younger brother, Woody's only biological son, Ronan, 4 or 5 at the time, whose investigation exposed Harvey Weinstein, supports her. For decades now, actors have steered clear of taking sides in the dispute. Now, because of the #MeToo movement, it's become fashionable to believe the accuser, even when nothing in the accused's background shows similar behavior. Allen is suddenly toxic for no rational reason.
My first thought when I heard that Timothée Chalamet had given up his salary on Allen's latest film, in which he stars, was is the young actor suddenly so wealthy that he can afford to mimic Mark Wahlberg? With no other films in the offing, Chalamet really isn't in position to throw money around. His career could fizzle as quickly as it took flight this past year. As the worm turns, he could find himself holding the short end of the stick with public opinion swinging back in the other direction.
With more misses than hits since the Farrow breakup, it's probably time for the 82-year-old Allen to give it a rest, but he shouldn't be forced to do so for something that has been out there for more than a quarter of a century with no further clarity now than it had then.
“Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.” - Voltaire