Is it just me, or is Woody Allen's UES home a little bit…WASPy? It looks like the type of place owned by Diane Keaton's family in Annie Hall, instead of the "under the Cyclone" Brooklyn feel of Woody's own childhood. But whatevs, when Architectural Digest gives you a tour of one of New York's most famous iconoclasts, you don't complain.
You just look for all the creepy pedophile stuff. See if you can spot it in this picture:
Blame it on the High Holy Days around the corner, but Jews are certainly getting their fair share in the press recently for reasons other than owning the entire industry. Not that you couldn't do this exercise any old week, but just looking back in the past five days, count how many Jew-centric stories are in the news: Harvey Weinstein in the press again, Sarah Silverman shlepping for America, hell, even Bill O'Reilly feels the need to comment on the Jewiest show about Jews, albeit a decade too late.
Now, in honor of Rosh Hashanah this weekend, The Jewish Channel launched a series of webisodes, featuring New York elite Jews talking about their yearly mitzvahs. Unfortunately, Woody Allen isn't involved, but Rachel Sklar is, so things equal out? Maybe?
First of the episodes, after the jump:
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You either like Woody Allen or you don't, and at this late stage of the game, nothing can really be written to either persuade or dissuade you from seeing his newest bodice-ripper, Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Lately (in the last two decades) Allen's been more hit-and-miss, but hey, Match Point was a great thriller; Anything Else, not so much.
So if you're on the fence about seeing Allen's latest offering, his set diary might persuade you. Or, equally likely, it might not.
Allen's scribblings are a litmus test to see if you like that kind of broad, Russian humor he specializes in as a writer (Love and Death being his pièce de résistance for Chekov/Tolstoy jokes). And sure, blah blah blah he's obsessed with ScoJo and young women, but at least the guy can make fun of himself: CONTINUED »
Ever heard people throw around famous directors’ names and think “What if there was a way to make short, pithy references to their cinematic masterpieces without actually having to sit through “Battleship Potemkin?” Fortunately, now there is! We’ve dispatched Intern Anastasia to brave the subtitles—and the pretentious clerks at Kim’s Video—so you can sound cultured at dinner parties.
Woody Allen’s Manhattan stars Woody himself as Isaac Davis, a neurotic TV writer-cum-novelist with a lot of neurotic friends. It’s often said to be a “love letter to New York,” with its panoramic black-and-white shots of the skyline, and George Gershwin soundtrack. But sadly, not all of New York gets the love. If you want to play the least-effective drinking game ever, drink for every time you see a black person in this film.
(Ed: If you want to get trashed, drink whenever someone mentions their book deal, or their “analyst.”)
How do you know it's summer? When every publication out there takes the liberty of providing you with a handy summer guide. It's even a double issue — yay!
Which makes Intern Zack's crappy slave duties even more exhausting. Whereas most people prefer to take their New York in little bites over a seven day period, Zack has the unfortunate duty of sucking up an entire issue in about an hour. Hey, at least he's reminded that the only purpose of being in this godforsaken place all summer is the sweet relief of rooftop bars.
• It ain't summer without NYM telling you where to fatten up on lobster rolls. It brings back memories of college and a sand shack in Williamsburg … if we hadn't had 7 margaritas, we might even remember what is was called. [Consider the Lobster Roll]
• When you sell out to AOL, little indy mags like New York will give you crap for it. Even if you're a one-man blog empire named Jason Calacanis, whose pockets are overflowing with "fuck you money." [Suit 2.0]
• In this weather, outer ugliness in the form of frizzy hair and peeling skin is easy. It's exposing your inner ugliness which takes a true talent. Amy Sedaris should be a role model for us all. [Amy Sedaris Gets Up in Your Grill]
• The other awful thing about summer? Pop music singles that top charts, and Jessica Simpson pretending she's good for something besides entertaining us on Newlyweds. [You Think She’s In Love With You]
• Though Woody Allen has been creepy for more than two decades now, it's only one season a year when his new point of obsession, Scarlett Johansson, can wear a Marilyn Monroe style bathing suit and get away with it. [And God Created Scarlett]
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Anyone who has seen Will & Grace knows — there is a huge draw to moving into a New York apartment previously owned by a celebrity. The chances of meeting them, and then going to live like a movie star, or at least in their home, keeps people tripping over themselves for their little piece of the famous people pie.
A catchy tale is an often-used tool for marketing real estate in New York — where the chances that someone famous lived in a building, or designed it, are way better than in some small town in the Midwest.
So actually we should thank celebs for living here. Were it not for Sarah Jessica Parker, Drew Barrymore, and Woody Allen taking residence all over Manhattan, everyone would just move to Muncie, Indiana instead of living in New York.
Celebrity owners & intriguing tales always help … make a sale [Lorie Croghan, Daily News]
In a shameless attempt to generate buzz, SomeoneJewish.com compiled a list of the hottest celebrities most likely to welcome Elijah into their homes. Topping the men's list: David Schimmer, followed by Woody Allen and Sacha Baron Cohen. Clear evidence that while you can envy the Jews for running Hollywood and the media, that's about all they've got.
The Jewish Hot List [TMZ]
You can stop listening to the rumors that Woody Allen is moving to London.
The director just threw down $25.9 million for a townhouse on E. 70th St., which probably means he is here to stay for a while. Yeah, we can't really see him drinking tea or saying things like "bollocks."
Maybe this can restore some faith into all the New School film students — if flop after flop isn't making you any cash, stick a starlet into one of your movies, ask her a bunch of questions about her dating life and her virginity, and people will go see your movie.
And then you won't have to leave the country.
Woody Buys $25.9 M Townhouse [Michael Calderone, NYO]
