“It’s as if he’s trying to spread his personal chronic sickness of Anhedonia,” is Mary Rose Somarriba’s judgment of Woody Allen’s latest movies. Writing in The Grim Reaper of Comedy , today’s “On the Square” article, she argues that his movies present a philosophy, and the philosophy kills the comedy.
Updated: I should have mentioned Mary Rose’s earlier analyses of popular culture: Artificially Conceiving a Bad Romantic Comedy , A Girl’s Life in the Cyberbubble , and Middle Men: Not Starring Steve Jobs .
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