The Lying Game
Disclaimer: I know that plenty of people will disagree with me and will stigmatise me but this is my honest opinion. And I stand behind my words.
I don't believe Dylan Farrow. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever for her to break her silence now, after two decades of living with whatever happened or didn't happen. It just doesn't make any sense, for me at least. If you are a woman in your late 20's, with family and carrier and even with changed name why go to a trip to Memory Lane now. What changed? Or maybe, just maybe, you decided that you want back in the spotlight and this seems like the easiest way to do so. Who doesn't like a nice, sweet victim for their Morning Talk Show. Especially if she is the adopted daughter of no other but the great Woody Allen. Especially if the last is happily married for his ex-girlfriends adopted daughter for now over 20 years. We are not going to mention that the adoptive mother is more famous for her relationships with famous men than for her acting skills. Or for starting in the movies with the famous lovers. That's not the point. The point is that Dylan's story fits just perfectly in the matrix for a cover story leading to maybe a small documentary movie. Or a big one, if she cries loud enough and offer exclusive details. Sure thing.
And I'm really sick of reading stories about people saying that Woody Allen has "something devious, creepy and perverted" in the way he looks. And people stigmatising his movies and deciding to boycott them because he is "dirty animal". None of you had any problems with them just 3 days ago and you all pseudo-intellectuals were explaining how "Midnight in Paris" is the perfect artistic explanation of the existential crisis, the sense of estrangement from the reality and the lack of understanding that all artists go through. Especially if they want to detach themselves from the materialist empty art and to create art for the art. And now, after a girl thirsty for fame says something about a case dropped by the police 20 years ago, all of the sudden Woody Allen becomes public enemy. That just doesn't seem right. If there was some truth in this story the police would've done something. Back then. 20 years ago. Not now, when someone decides to leave the closet and to create a name for themselves using their famous, and incredibly talented, ex-adoptive parent. Am I the only one that smells the thirst for cheap publicity?
But what can I say - like mother, like daughter. Just a few months the mother herself - Mia Farrow decided to announce that she is not sure if her 26 years old son is from her then boyfriend Woody Allen or by "the love of her life" - the great Frank Sinatra. Because, you see, she was having a sexual relationships with both at the same time. And now, when the boy is 26 she decides that he has Frank's famous blue eyes. Now. Isn't that the definition for cheap publicity on behalf of someone more successful and famous than you? Can you smell it?! I can.
You can't get lost if you don't know where you're going...
