Peter Biskind writes a long Vanity Fair profile on one of my favorite–if scattershot and ornery–filmmakers: Woody Allen. Biskind is far more complimentary, and far less critical, that I have been (see: Exhibit A), but it’s a startling profile of someone of someone who turns out to be somewhat drab. Still, if your jaw doesn’t drop when you read about him trying to cast Mia Farrow in Mighty Aphrodite, after the Soon-Yi affair, nothing will.
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