Sigma on Gamma

Orson Wells wouldn’t be at all surprised that Woody Allen eventually became a creepy sex pest who groomed his adopted daughter.

OW: I hate Woody Allen physically, I dislike that kind of man. I can hardly bear to talk to him. He has the Chaplin disease. That particular combination of arrogance and timidity sets my teeth on edge.

HJ: He’s not arrogant; he’s shy.

OW: He is arrogant. Like all people with timid personalities, his arrogance is unlimited. Anybody who speaks quietly and shrivels up in company is unbelievably arrogant. He acts shy, but he’s not. He’s scared. He hates himself, and he loves himself, a very tense situation. It’s people like me who have to carry on and pretend to be modest. To me, it’s the most embarrassing thing in the world – a man who presents himself at his worse to get laughs, in order to free himself from his hang-ups. Everything he does on the screen is therapeutic.

The Socio-Sexual Hierarchy and the behavioral patterns it identifies have been around since before the dawn of human writing, it just hadn’t been articulated in a sufficiently useful manner until recently. 

And I can guarantee that Woody Allen still hates Wells with a burning passion. It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest to find that he has attempted to mock Wells somewhere in one of his films. But I’ll never know, because you couldn’t pay me to watch Woody Allen movies.