Woody Allen has been making movies for over fifty years, now. When younger, I loved his films, and fancied them as stellar intellectual explorations of life's great questions. Over time, I noticed that he never drifted far from the script of older man falls in love with much younger woman in order to fill the vacuum in his soul. Now, some May-December romances do work out, but not where the man is as immature, insecure, and self-centered as the Allen characters usually are: where the older man is less mature than the young lady half his age; and that was the problem of Allen's movies. Over time, Woody's movies ran thin with me. His obsession with sex and death never resolved itself. He characters kept on asking the same questions, but in dozens of movies never came close to an answer: So typical of much that is wrong with the Western intelligentsia, which confuses questions with profundity. His new film, Irrational Man, which I have not seen is about a professor...(Read Full Article)