Ginia Bellafante, a columnist at the New York Times, wrote an essay Friday that strikes me as an instructive approach to the national dialogue around everything from Dr. Seuss to Lincoln statues to the British royals.
The essay, "Why my teenage self gave Woody Allen a pass," focuses on "Manhattan," which Bellafante says she adored and watched more times than she can count after its 1979 debut in theaters.
"The early 1980s marked both the period of my adolescent hunger for an urbane, grown-up life in New York and the dawn of VHS, enabling the obsessive consumption of movies, which in my case meant the obsessive consumption of movies by Woody Allen," she writes. "In them, I found a vision of the future I wanted, a series of aspirations — to have opinions, to write, to go to book parties but also to make fun of people who approached those things too seriously. The hope was to inhabit the world the way Woody Allen did, as both conspirator and judge."
It didn't occur to her, she writes, that "Manhattan," a comedy about a 42-year-old man (Isaac Davis, played by Allen) sleeping with a 17-year-old girl (Tracy — no last name — played by 16-year-old Mariel Hemingway) was not a love story. And no adults in Bellafante's life (or co-starring in "Manhattan") raised an eyebrow either.
"Isaac is presented as a man of unimpeachable character because he dislikes crass commercialism, narcotics and infidelity," Bellafante writes.
"Allen v. Farrow," a new four-part HBO documentary series that examines Dylan Farrow's sexual abuse accusations against Allen, caused Bellafante to re-watch "Manhattan."
"For all of its visual beauty and brilliant writing, the movie is a shell game in the end," she writes. "Look over there, the director is telling us — it's pretension and quaaludes and bad sitcoms that are really the problem."
And for decades, a sizable chunk of the public, coached and coddled by some complicit media, played along. In the early '90s, Bellafante writes, after Jerry Seinfeld started dating a woman he met in Central Park while she was a high school senior, he took some ribbing. "But a year later," she writes, "People magazine, as if clearing up a misunderstanding, featured the pair on the cover under the headline: 'Look Who's in Love: Jerry Seinfeld, 39, and Shoshanna Lonstein, 18, make an unlikely romance work.' "