Happy 83rd birthday, Woody!

Happy 83rd birthday, Woody!
With love, respect, and admiration. 
Thank you so much for your amazing art!

Many birthday wishes to you, dear Woody, from some of your fans from Australia, Belgium, Brazil, Canada, Chile, Colombia, Croatia, Cuba, Egypt, France, Germany, Greece, Israel, Iran, Italy, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Romania, Russia, Spain, Tunisia, Turkey, UK, Uruguay, and USA.


These are the wonderful people who participated in this amazing collage:

Maryam Amiribehzadi. Accountant, mountaineer, ping pong player, Woody Allen movies lover. Tehran, Iran.

Octavio Barros Vicuña. Uncle and great-uncle, smoker, bird and butterfly lover, stamp collector. Santiago de Chile, Chile.

Flavia Bellu. Writer, cinephile, singer, baker, native New Yorker. Berkeley, CA, USA.

Khashayar Boroomand. Philosophy PhD, Woody’s fan, fond of music, cinema, and chess. Tehran, Iran.

Souha Boughanmi. Woman, passionate for love, grateful to Woody Allen. Tunis, Tunisia.

Dennis Brian. Screenwriter, completist, friend, Philosophy graduate. Green Valley, AZ, USA.

Javier Camacho Cruz. Fine Arts teacher in Tokio, Japanese translator and modern Japanese literature lover. Jaén, Spain.

Tindaro Capuano. Father of Ludovico, clarinet player as our friend Woody, swimmer (or at least I like to swim). Palermo, Italy.

Patricia Casal Rodríguez. Passionate, curious, Foodle and nature lover. Vigo, Spain.

Beto Caserio. Oboe player, uncle of three, music teacher, cinephile. São Paulo, Brazil.

David Cerdá. Philosopher and writer who has seen all of Woody’s films. Seville, Spain.

Robert Chastain. Poet, artist, photographer, novelist. Longmont, CO, USA.

Vasilis Chatzigeorgiou. Student, theater-goer, cinephile, book-lover, dreamer. Thessaloniki, Greece.

Mireille Clees. “Mom” of two dogs, cinema, book, Woody and nature lover. Theux, Belgium.

Victoria Corral Blázquez. Woman, mother, wife, consultant, passionate about the future. Madrid, Spain.

Nadia Edwards. Emigrée, divorcée, Woody Allen passionée. Miami, FL, USA.

Sophie Girardin. English teacher, 45, I watch Woody’s movies again and again. Saint Étienne, France.

Nina Gleize. Writer. Montréal, Canada.

Anna Grau. Writer, reader, journalist, I interviewed Woody once! Madrid, Spain.

Tussah Heera. Pianist, composer, writer, dreamer, and philosopher queen. Las Vegas, NV, USA.

Marc Heller. Married, father, bi-polar, witty, under-achiever. London, UK.

Sébastien Jacques. IT engineer and Woody Allen fan since the 80s. Paris, France.

Michael Joseph. Poet, Robert Graves scholar, failed clarinetist, New Yorker, resist/persist! New York City, USA.

Andrey V. Kalashnikov. Huge Woody Allen fan over a period of 25 years. Moscow, Russia.

Danae Kardara. Philologist, writer, dreamer, romantic, and sarcastic. Karditsa, Greece.

Hesham Khaled. Software developer, Woody movies addict, jazz junkie. Alexandria, Egypt.

Polina Kiou. Fashion, movies and animal lover. Athens, Greece.

Tempe Laver. Curious, stubborn, shy, middle aged. Brisbane, Australia.

Scott Linker. Musician, father of Sabrina and two Yorkies. Las Vegas, NV, USA.

Andrea Lukomski. Mom of two girls, teacher, dreamer, Woody Allen admirer, nature and animal lover. Vukovar, Croatia.

Tom MacCammon. Musician, writer, supporter of Woody. Toronto, Canada.

Hannes Minkema. Teacher, learner, father, son, musician, audience. Amsterdam,  The Netherlands.

Hesam Mohamadi. Engineer, philosopher, dreamer, writer, sleeper. Tehran, Iran.

Mariana E. Montes. Psychiatrist and artist. There is more truth in poetry than in history. Montevideo, Uruguay.

Pavlina Nelson. Mom, wife, cinephile, bookworm, nature lover. Prague, Czech Republic.

Monica Nicolau. Book-movie-music-junkie, mathematician. San Francisco, USA.

Kostas Papazafeiropoulos. Musician, composer, art lover, father of two. Athens, Greece.

Adrian Pasarica. Software engineer by profession, Woody’s fan by nature. Timisoara, Romania.

Mar Pastor González. Book-eater, The Beatles, jazz and dog lover, Woody’s fan. I love the films of the 40s, 50s, 60s, and 70s. Madrid, Spain.

Olga Radulovic. Animal, music, and nature lover, vegan and cinephile. Woody’s fan. Vukovar, Croatia.

Hana Radulovic. Artist, caring, animal lover, sensitive and modest. Woody’s fan. Vukovar, Croatia.

Odalys Rey. Cuban, family, love, peace, happiness. Havana, Cuba..

Jacquelyn Roberts. Artist who serves Art. Tehachapi, CA, USA.
Stéphan Sante. Musician, piano teacher, cinephile, Woody’s fan. Verviers, Belgium.

Billie Shankar. Woody Allen fan. Brussels, France.

Carol Space. I love Café Society, Blue Jasmine, Midnight in Paris and Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona. Brewster, MA, USA.

Ruth Streett. Mother and grandmother living in Jerusalem. Jerusalem, Israel.

Eyal Streett. Father, musician, curious, cook, creative. Jerusalem. Israel.

Yael Streett Tejeda. Musician, ballet and hip hop dancer, tae kwon do brown belt, painter, trilingual. Madrid, Spain.

Itay Streett Tejeda. Writer, book-eater, chocolate lover, hip hop dancer, basketball player. Madrid, Spain.

​Dalit Streett Tejeda. Ballerina, violinist, recorder player, swimmer, ice cream lover. Madrid, Spain.

Michael Taft. Book and music lover. Loves anything to do with Woody Allen. Christchurch, New Zealand.

Ulrich Tangl. Basketball player, basketball coach, basketball organizer, ex-sports editor, single. Kirchheim unter Teck, Germany.

Antonia Tejeda Barros. Mother of Yael, Itay and Dalit, musician, Philosophy MA, teacher, cinephile. Madrid, Spain.

Moiz Terem. Woody’s fan, book, film, and jazz lover, father of two. Tel Aviv, Israel.

Marise Thomspson. Music, movies, history, animals, and Woody Allen lover. I love to laugh. Ohoka, New Zealand.

María del Pilar Trujillo. Life lover, meat lover, wine lover, salsa music lover, Woody Allen art lover. Bogotá, Colombia.

Elisabeth T. Walker. Inspirational artist-writer-performer-activist-mystic. New Haven, CT, USA.

Gizem Yenikler. Writer, art, theatre and music lover, cinephile, traveller. Izmir, Turkey.

Kiana Zanetti. Musician, poet, cinephile, Woody’s fan. Montréal, Canada.

Yulia Zharkaya. Founder of vk and Woody Allen fan. Saint Petersburg, Russia.

Evelyne de Zilah. Student, cinephile, book-eater, discreet, thankful for Woody Allen’s Art. Creuë, France.

CC 2018 I Believe Woody


See the original birthday card for Woody here


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Egon Schiele and Woody Allen: Two Geniuses Falsely Accused by the Puritan Herd

Egon Schiele and Woody Allen: Two Geniuses Falsely Accused by the Puritan Herd, by Antonia Tejeda Barros


I’ve always loved Egon Schiele’s work. It’s provocative, poetic and brilliant. Among Schiele’s 300 canvases and more than 2,000 watercolours and drawings, my favourites are not his erotic works or self-portraits, but his poetic trees and houses and his melancholic sunflowers. I fell in love with Woody Allen’s films at first sight, literally. Woody is one of the greatest filmmakers of all times. Among the many films by Woody (over 50, all of them brilliant), my favourite ones are not his wonderful comedies, but his stunning dramas, so Bergmanesque and Dostoevskian.

Egon Schiele died very young, at age 28, in October 1918. He got the Spanish flu, a lethal virus that killed 20 million people in Europe and more than 50 million people around the world after WWI. Schiele’s wife Edith died three days before him. She was six months pregnant. Woody Allen’s parents (Nettie and Martin Konigsberg) died at a very advanced age. Nettie reached 95 years old and Martin 100. Woody will be 83 next month (he was born on December 1, 1935). He’s still creating. Always creating. I only wish that he lives until 120 and continues delivering us his art through his writing, his music and his films until his very last day. At his famous 2002 Oscar speech (the best speech ever in the history of the stupid Oscars) he said: “I’m 66 years old now. A third of my life is over”. Brilliant. I wish he lives until 201.

Both Schiele and Woody were falsely accused by the puritan herd. Schiele’s drawings of half naked girls shocked the catholic Austrians in the same way that Freud’s genius ideas about the id and libido shocked the puritan Viennese society in 1899 when he published his revolutionary Die Traumdeutung (The Interpretation of Dreams). Schiele never abused anybody and described the work of that period as “erotische Kunst” (erotic art) and that was what it was: just art. The stupid herd that falsely accused Woody Allen recently thanks to a lynching campaign made by an obsessive brainwashed phoney, her monster mommy and her aggressive brother tend to see a hidden perversion in Woody’s films too. They argue that Woody must be an abuser since in Manhattan (that wonderful masterpiece) Mariel Hemingway plays Isaac’s girlfriend and she is only 17. Oh, boy, the social media mob can really be ridiculous.

The difference with Schiele and Woody is that Woody was never even tried, since in 1993 (following the outrageous prefabricated story of Mia & Dylan Farrow) he was investigated by two separate teams in two different states –New York and Connecticut– (the New York State Child Welfare and the Yale-New Haven Hospital) and was found completely innocent. That’s right: completely innocent! The New York team investigators stated that “No credible evidence was found that the child named in this report has been abused or maltreated”, and the Yale-New Haven Hospital’s doctors stated: “It is our expert opinion that Dylan was not sexually abused by Mr. Allen”.

So, why is the herd still accusing Woody? The answer is simple: the herd feels uneasy about Woody’s love for Soon-Yi Previn (his wife and companion for more than a quarter of a century now). All the stupid people that condemned Woody mention in their stupid comments his relationship with Soon-Yi. That’s what triggers them. Not the Farrows’ invention.

Differently, Schiele was actually imprisoned for 21 days and then tried under suspicion of having kidnapped and abused a minor. Since nobody could find any proof besides a work of art (a drawing of the alleged abused girl), and the girl was examined and no sign of abuse was found (funny, exactly as happened to that phoney Dylan Farrow 26 years ago), he was not charged. But he had to remain three more days in jail as a punishment for drawing such obscenities. The shameful work of art was burnt and never arrived to us.

The disgraceful campaign against Woody (supported by the Me Too sinking movement –that movement that equals any accusation to guilt even if there is no real proof and all the facts deny the accusation) has brought us another witch-hunt. And Twitter has been the perfect tool to hang innocent men. Well, thousands of morons will be very busy deleting their tweets next year.

Schiele’s drawing was destroyed right after his trial. Nobody burnt any film of Woody (yet), but millions of Woody’s fans are still waiting to see his new film (which was already wrapped a long time ago). No date of release has been officially announced yet. The shamefully coward and opportunist Amazon didn’t comment anything on the film and nobody knows when will it be released (although there are rumours that it will be –quietly– release in a month, in December). Well, to make Woody’s art suffer because of the lynch mob hysteria is the climax of human stupidity.

Nobody remembers today the puritans who condemned Egon Schiele more than a hundred years ago, because Schiele’s art is still shining and will continue shining for centuries and millenia. In the same way, in a few years all those phoney accusers, the mediocre and the social media mob, a bunch of (mostly second-rate) opportunist actors who rushed to accuse Woody will all be forgotten. Woody’s films will continue shining for centuries and millenia and will bring pleasure, poetry, and happiness to millions of people around the world until the end of times.



OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Antonia Tejeda Barros, Madrid, November 8, 2018

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Woody & Soon-Yi: A True Love Story

U.S. director Woody Allen (R) holds his daughter Manzie Tio as his wife Soon-Yi Previn (2nd L) carri..

[I wrote this post one day before the publication of Soon-Yi’s honest conversations with Daphne Merkin. I would like to thank Daphne Merkin for writing such a powerful article. It isn’t easy to be courageous nowadays, with social media mobs and witch-hunts. To Soon-Yi: All my respect to you. Thank you so much for your courage.]

I am a huge fan of Woody Allen. I love all of his movies. I think he’s one of the best film makers of all times. His art really makes life better.

Nowadays we’re living in a crazy reality in which the internet lynch mob judges and condemns, professional investigations and testimonies don’t count, and everybody stays silent when confronted by injustices. Hypocrisy and opportunism are really fashionable these days.

I’ve never been interested in gossip. I’ve never cared much about the personal life of the artist, since art and life don’t go together (anybody who creates and enjoys art knows this). But when an artist like Woody (who has worked with more than 200 actresses for over 50 years and never ever had any complaint from any of them) is wrongly accused it makes me furious, especially since the accusations are done by the herd, the social media mob and a few sinking movements.

I strongly believe that beneath Dylan Farrow’s crocodile tears there is something that triggers people. And that’s Woody and Soon-Yi’s love story. Because, let’s be frank, that’s why some people believe Dylan Farrow’s inconsistent and ridiculous accusations.

The internet lynch mob doesn’t think. It feels. For the herd it does not matter that Dylan’s story is full of inconsistencies, and that these inconsistencies have been supported by the powerful statement of Moses Farrow. For the herd it also does not matter that 25 years ago dr. John M. Leventhal concluded that Dylan either invented the story or that this fantasy was planted in Dylan’s mind by Mia Farrow. It also does not matter that the New York State child welfare investigators dropped their inquiry saying they considered the accusation against Woody Allen unfounded, stating: “No credible evidence was found that the child named in this report has been abused or maltreated”. For the herd it does not matter that Farrow’s nanny told Woody Allen’s lawyers that Mia Farrow pressured her to support molestation accusations against him. And it also does not matter that the Yale-New Haven Hospital’s Child Sexual Abuse Clinic Evaluation of Dylan Farrow concluded that Dylan was not sexually abused: “It is our expert opinion that Dylan was not sexually abused by Mr. Allen” (that report has surprisingly disappeared from the net). There was never a trial against Woody, since the accusations were found unfounded. But none of this matters, because the internet lynch mob does not think. What matters here is that the social media mob feels disgusted with Woody and Soon-Yi’s affair. Ignorant people (in other words: the vast majority of people that condemn Woody) always link the two issues.

That’s why I think that maybe it’s time to talk about Woody and Soon-Yi’s love story.

I’ll try to make it short because we live in a moment where people can’t stay concentrated for more than 5 minutes reading.

Let me start by saying that Woody and Soon-Yi have been together for 27 years. They have adopted two girls (Bechet and Manzie) and have formed a stable and beautiful family. Have this in mind when you read the following.

Every day I waste my time reading stupid comments written by stupid people that still argue that Soon-Yi is either Woody’s daughter or was Woody’s stepdaughter, that Woody and Mia Farrow were married or that Woody and Mia Farrow lived together. Well, none of this is true.

Since internet readers like lists, here’s an important one:

I. Soon-Yi is neither Woody’s daughter nor Woody’s step-daughter. She is the adoptive daughter of André Previn and Mia Farrow. Mia Farrow loved to collect children like stamps and adopted 10 children with different boyfriends and husbands. One of these 10 adopted children was Soon-Yi. Mia Farrow does not talk to her for 26 years.

II. Woody and Mia Farrow never married. They were together for 12 years, but never married. So, Soon-Yi was never Woody’s stepdaughter. The most surprising fact is that Woody didn’t sleep even once at Mia Farrow’s house in those 12 years. When Woody and Soon-Yi fell in love, Mia Farrow and Woody had ended their love relationship and were just friends. In Soon-Yi’s own words:

“Please don’t try and dramatize my relationship with Woody Allen. He was never any kind of father figure to me. I never had any dealings with him. He rarely came to our apartment before his own children were born. Even then, he never spoke and the truth is I never cared that much for him. He was always preoccupied with work and never talked to me. Not really to any of us. Only when Dylan was born did he start visiting regularly and then only to play with the baby. My own father is Andre Previn, who came to visit pretty often and took us all out frequently. When I first got friendly with Woody, he and Mia were finished with their romance and were just friends. I think Mia would have been just as angry if he had taken up with another actress or his secretary”, Soon-Yi, 1992

III. Woody saved Soon-Yi. Both Moses and Soon-Yi have stated that Mia Farrow was an abusive adoptive mother, who used to beat and frighten many of her adoptive children. The following horrifying statements give us a clear picture of the true Mia Farrow:

“Mia was always very hot-tempered and given to rages which terrified all the kids (…) It’s true Mia was violent with me and I have conclusive proof”, Soon-Yi

“[Mia] had a fierce temper. On one occasion, she kicked me and hit me again and again with the phone. She was always physical and violent with us” Soon-Yi

“[Mia] hit me uncontrollably all over my body. She slapped me, pushed me back and hit me on my chest (…) I was defeated, deflated, and beaten down” Moses Farrow

“As a young child, I was given a new pair of jeans. I thought they would look cool if I cut off a couple of the belt loops. When my mother found I had done this, she spanked me repeatedly—as was her way—and had me remove all my clothes saying, ‘You’re not deserving of any clothes.’ Then she had me stand naked in the corner of her room” Moses Farrow

Let’s not forget that Mia Farrow has 4 biological children and 10 adopted children. The lucky fathers are André Previn (3 children) and possibly Frank Sinatra (let’s be clear here: Ronan is a physical replica of Sinatra and Mia Farrow said in 2013 that Ronan might possibly be Sinatra’s son). Frank’s or not Frank’s, Ronan is the proof that Mia was cheating on Woody. From the 10 adopted children, it’s important to notice that two of them (Tam Farrow and Thaddeus Wilk Farrow) sadly committed suicide (Tam died from a pill overdose and Thaddeus in an apparent car crash –later it was revealed that he had shot himself in the torso). One of Mia Farrow’s adoptive daughters (Lark Previn) died of AIDS alone and in poverty at age 35. These are three tragedies that neither Mia, Dylan nor Ronan Farrow have never mentioned.

Also, let’s not forget that Mia Farrow’s own brother (John Villers-Farrow) was sentenced in 2013 to 25 years in prison for sexually abusing two boys over a period of 8 years. Wow. That’s explosive news. And, nevertheless, very few people know this fact. Again, neither Mia, Dylan nor Ronan Farrow have never made any comment about John Villers-Farrow. I know that it’s not Mia Farrow’s fault to have such a disgusting brother, but it’s her fault to have remained completely silent about him. That’s ugly and inconsistent. Ronan Farrow (always so worried about denigrating Woody in his tweets) has never ever tweeted anything about his biological uncle’s behaviour and trial. Weird, huh?

IV. Back in 1992 Soon-Yi said that the accusations against Woody involving 7-year-old Dylan Farrow were ridiculous:

“The business of him molesting Dylan is so ridiculous that I won’t dignify it with a comment. Why Dylan repeats her story is another matter, and a sinister one. I was not surprised that Mia made a videotape of Dylan saying these terrible things as I think the motive is obvious, but I was stunned that the tape would somehow find its way to the TV news,” Soon-Yi, 1992

Many of us (including the experts who investigated Dylan’s case back in 1992) believe that 7-year-old Dylan Farrow was coached by her adoptive angry and humiliated mother. Does the adult Dylan Farrow believe that she was actually molested by Woody? The truth, I don’t care. If she believes that, she should get some therapy instead of tweeting garbage about Woody and insulting all the actors and people who love Woody’s work. I do feel pity for Dylan-the-child. But I really feel repugnance for Dylan-the-adult.

Back in 1992, Mia Farrow said to Woody (you can watch Woody’s interview here): “I have something very nasty planned for you”, and, most important, “You took my daughter. I’m going to take yours”. Moses Farrow said: “My mother drummed it into me to hate my father for tearing apart the family (…) I see now that this was a vengeful way to pay him back for falling in love with Soon-Yi.”.

V. Who is Soon-Yi? Soon-Yi was born c. 1970 in Korea. She was adopted in 1977 by André Previn and Mia Farrow and brought to the States. She’s, of course, American. She majored in Art from Drew University and earned a Master’s Degree in Special Education from Columbia University.

“I’m a psychology major at college who fell for a man who happens to be the ex-boyfriend of Mia. I admit it’s offbeat, but let’s not get hysterical. The tragedy here is that, because of Mia’s vindictiveness, the children must suffer”, Soon-Yi, 1992

VI. So, the story is quite simple, folks: Soon-Yi and Woody fell in love. Having in account how much craziness was going around Mia Farrow’s madhouse (beatings, humiliations, denigrations) I don’t see Woody and Soon-Yi’s love like something weird, quite the contrary. Woody saved Soon-Yi. In any case, who are we to judge their love story?

In 1992, Soon-Yi described her relationship with Woody:

“I have a terrific relationship with Woody and realize it’s full of dramatic overtones, but it’s really quite simple. It revolves around conversations, film talk, sports talk, books and art. He’s very quiet and hardworking and finds it amazing and ironic that our relationship is of such interest to people”,  Soon-Yi, 1992

VII. Soon-Yi and Woody are together for more than a quarter of a century. Soon-Yi and Woody married in Venice in 1997. They are sharing their lives together for more than a quarter of a century and have formed a beautiful family. They have two adopted daughters (Bechet and Manzie). If legally there would be any doubts about Dylan Farrow’s accusations, Woody would have never been able to adopt, a crucial point that the social media mob always overlooks.

Mia Farrow, Dylan Farrow, Ronan Farrow, mob and herd: Step off the stage.

Don’t interfere with love and stop condemning Woody and Soon-Yi’s love story. It’s not your business. And neither is it mine.

If you don’t want to watch Woody’s films, don’t watch them. No problem. That’s your loss. Woody’s films will continue being powerful, amazing, stunning and wonderful for ever and ever.

PS: I would love to be a friend of Woody Allen’s but I never had the honor of meeting him. I strongly believe that he’s innocent, that Mia Farrow was an abusive mother, and that Dylan Farrow is a phoney. Those who insulted and condemned Woody will be forgotten in a blink of an eye. Woody will always be remembered as the genius who made us laugh, cry, think and philosophise a million times with his wonderful and breathtaking art.








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Down with the mob! We love you, Woody

Down with the mob! We love you, Woody, by Antonia Tejeda Barros


I always thought that the herd was not very bright, but I never imagined that it could arrive to this degree of stupidity. I’m talking, of course, about the internet lynch mob and the witch hunt against Woody Allen.

Who are these pathetic bunch of losers who, in stead of creating, started making a career in tweeting, condemning and hating? Well, we have quite a few. To name some (starting with the most annoying): Sorvino, Gerwig, Chalamet, Page, Hall, Caine (that was really disappointing), Daniels… I am sure I forgot some, since all of them are really forgettable. Most of them will only be remembered by their treason, ungratefulness, hypocrisy and opportunism.

Some people create. Others just trash. In general, the mediocre enjoys trashing the genius.

There are also a bunch of pseudo-journalists and gossip-garbage-magazines and newspapers that have made quite a few bucks denigrating Woody and fabricating news that are completely fake. The winners are: Vanity Fair, The New York Post (Page Six -oh boy, the last article is really pathetic), the Guardian, The Washington Post, and the New York Times. Other magazines just repeat the fake news and add the obscure “sources” of these lies. I have news for all of you: Woody will continue making movies when all of you losers lose your jobs.

In 1992, right after the false accusations, Woody was investigated by both the Child Sexual Abuse Clinic of the Yale-New Haven Hospital and New York State Child Welfare. He even took a polygraph. The result: he was cleared from all the accusations.

Woody wrote a statement on his Official Facebook page on January 18, 2018. It read:

“When this claim was first made more than 25 years ago, it was thoroughly investigated by both the Child Sexual Abuse Clinic of the Yale-New Haven Hospital and New York State Child Welfare. They both did so for many months and independently concluded that no molestation had ever taken place. Instead, they found it likely a vulnerable child had been coached to tell the story by her angry mother during a contentious breakup.

Dylan’s old brother Moses has said that he witnessed their mother doing exactly that –relentlessly coaching Dylan, trying to drum into her that her father was a dangerous sexual predator. It seems to have worked –and, sadly, I’m sure Dylan truly believes what she says.

But even though the Farrow family is cynically using the opportunity afforded by the Time’s Up movement to repeat this discredited allegation, that doesn’t make it any more today than it was in the past. I never molested my daughter –as all investigations concluded a quarter of a century ago”, WOODY ALLEN

So, Woody was investigated and found innocent more than 25 years ago. Everything was part of a lousy revenge scheme, good only for a mediocre movie. In a normal world that should be the end of the story. But we live in a crazy and ugly world. And the mob does not think. The mob wants blood. And many earn fame sucking blood. The herd needs to crucify somebody. And the crocodile tears of Dylan Farrow (a woman who majored in Twitter with Cum Laude, how pathetic) and the dictatorship of the Me too movement (or shall I say: Mob too movement?) really worked. The mob roared and many mediocre opportunistic rats condemned Woody without doubt.

Some month later, when everything became clear (after Moses Farrow wrote his courageous post about his abusive adoptive mother) it was too late to apologise to Woody. So, many are now carrying on with the lie. Well, we don’t buy the lie, dear lynch mob!

Moses starts with the words: “I’m a very private person and not at all interested in public attention. But, given the incredibly inaccurate and misleading attacks on my father, Woody Allen, I feel that I can no longer stay silent as he continues to be condemned for a crime he did not commit”.

Today stupid people become famous and geniuses are unjustly condemned by the mob. This is really hilarious. I wish Woody would make a film about it.

Woody has been always my idol and he will always be. He’s the greatest artist, the coolest musician, the wisest philosopher, the most amazing writer and the most wonderful film maker who proves with his gems that cinema is not dead yet, that cinema can still be an art.

Woody’s movies make life much better. Woody makes us laugh, cry, think and enjoy. So, let’s throw the mob where it belongs: to the garbage.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and watch some Woody Allen gem. I’ve seen each of his films 100 times, and I always enjoy them. They are all masterpieces. Thank you, Woody, for your art.

PS: Any attack on Woody Allen or stupid comment denigrating Woody will be immediately thrown where it belongs: to the garbage. Greetings from Spain.

#WeLoveWoodyAllen #WeLoveYouWoody #IBelieveWoody #IBelieveMoses #DownWithTheMob            #ToWoodyWithLove

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Antonia Tejeda Barros, Madrid, August 30, 2018

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Thanks, Woody, for making life better!


I love Woody Allen. His films are really amazing.

Thanks, Woody, for making life better!

Here are some quotes that will put a smile in your face.

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We love you, Woody! Thank you so much for your Art!

DALIT-ANTONIA-JOKER-2016 Antonia Tejeda Barros, Madrid, August 15, 2018

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Cuando yo sea grande, por Dalit Streett Tejeda


Cuando yo sea grande

quiero ser bailarina

para danzar hasta el cielo

con puntas de purpurina.


Cuando yo sea grande

quiero ser violinista

para acariciar a las estrellas

con bonitas melodías.


Cuando yo sea grande

quiero ser flautista

para susurrarle a la luna

una canción de cuna


Cuando yo sea grande

quiero ser paleontóloga

para construir un museo

alto hasta el cielo.


Cuando yo sea grande

quiero ser pastelera

para hacerme una casita

de chocolate, nata y fresa.


Cuando yo sea grande

quiero ser pintora

para pintar una sonrisa

en tu cara bonita.


Cuando yo sea grande

quiero ser mamá

para darles a mis hijos

mil besitos amarillos.


Cuando yo sea grande

quiero acordarme noche y día

de todos los sueños hermosos

de esta poesía.


Dalit Streett Tejeda, Madrid, 21 de mayo de 2018


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The Shape of Water (The Shape of Violence?)

The Shape of Water (2017). (The Shape of Violence?). Dir. Guillermo del Toro


Sex and violence really sell, don’t they? A bit of porn, lots and lots of violence and you have a multi Academy Award nomination movie!

I went to see yesterday The Shape of Water and I was highly disappointed. While the music, the cinematography and the performances are amazing, the love story is really not convincing and a bit creepy, and the unnecessary sex scenes (masturbation and coitus) and, specially, the monstruos violence killed all the poetry of the movie. In the same way that I don’t think a director needs to show the actors shitting, pissing or picking their noses I find graphic sex a very poor choice for a director to illustrate a point. But, more than that, I find violence onscreen really disturbing and I think that such a high degree of violence is a very poor tool for a director. An exception to that would probably be Tarantino, who uses violence in such a crude way that it ends out being funny (nevertheless, Tarantino’s violence is sometimes too much for me, even when he uses it for something great, like killing Nazis). I think that there are greater cinematic ways of showing violence than graphic torture, flying fingers, and litres of blood. If you don’t agree with me, go and see Doctor Zhivago: you will be amazed by the power of the scene where the Imperial Army is massacring the people next to the Winter Palace and all you can see is the horrifying face of Doctor Zhivago, who, from a safe window, watches men, women, and children being slaughtered by the Imperial Army. Now, that’s art. The rest is only good special effects and a big lack of imagination. The same goes for sex. There are many ways of showing the act of love (also the act of fucking –that’s it: making love without love) with sensuality, strength, and poetry, but Guillermo del Toro chose here graphic sex. Why? I guess it sells better.

Frankly, I don’t get the hype around this film. 13 Academy Award nominations? Come on! Guillermo del Toro looks like a really nice guy, and I actually hate to write negative reviews. If I spend a bit of time in writing this negative review it’s because, as with La La Land (an annoying and cheesy torture filled with cliches), I’m amazed at how bad or not so good Hollywood movies can get such a hype, while other movies, like Woody Allen’s masterpieces, get shut out and don’t get any important nominations (yes, I am a huge fan of Woody: I love his art, his philosophy and his genius, and I’m very angry at this wave of hypocrisy, opportunism and lies around him that mixes false accusations from two crazy and resentful women with the most beautiful art).

The characters of The Shape of Water are all either black or white, there are no greys here: the bad ones are really bad and the good ones are really good. Well, life isn’t neither black nor white. It’s full of greys. While the performances of the movie are all amazing (Sally Hawkins is great, Octavia Spencer is amazing as always, Richard Jenkins is really good too and Michael Shannon is stunning: he really steals the movie and, surprisingly, didn’t get any Golden Globe or Academy Award nomination), the souls of the characters are painted only in one color, and that’s very Hollywood-ish and commercial. 

Also, I wonder, for which age is The Shape of Water? You would first think that a fantasy movie is suitable for children, but this one is not. Or, you would think that a love story with so much violence and a bit of porn is suitable for adults, but then, why put this stupid fish-creature? I’m used to seeing lots of fantasy and children movies with my kids (ages 11, 9 and 4, so, imagine: I’ve seen them all: since The Dark Cristal from 1982 until the last superhero movie). But this movie, for who is it?

I understand why this movie can arrive to people, especially people who feel very lonely. I feel a great deal of empathy for all the people who feel alone in the world and seek love and company wherever they can, but I think that the black and white characters and the huge degree of violence kill the depth of this movie. Maybe the majority of the people of  today are so used to see violence (on TV and on the internet) that they don’t even notice it any more. I am very sensible to violence and it disturbs me a lot when I see it (here at home we don’t have a TV for many many years, so I really don’t know what’s going on with TV violence these days –we only choose what we want to watch and watch it with our cinema projector). I understand that there are movies where violence is necessary (for instance, if you watch a movie about the Holocaust it may contain some graphic violence) but what really bothers me, artistically speaking, is superfluos violence: violence for selling, for entertaining a bit more and keep the audience amused. That  kind of violence is repulsive.

I don’t like to put a qualification for a movie. I always found it pretentious to qualify the huge work of a director with a number (I’m aware of the fact that to create art is difficult and to criticize is easy). But this time, since there is such a hype around this film, I feel obliged to qualify this movie. So, 1 point for the music (Alexandre Desplat), 1 point for the cinematography (Dan Laustsen), 1 point for Michael Shannon, 1 point for Sally Hawkins, 1 point for the amazing Octavia Spencer, and 1 point for Richard Jenkins. 6/10

If you want to listen to good music, be amazed by a beautiful cinematography, see Sally Hawkins’s tits, vagina and ass, enjoy your popcorn while a fish-creature is being tortured in a brutal way, blood is running, and a cats loses her heads, go and see The Shape of Water.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Antonia Tejeda Barros, Madrid, February 20, 2018

Originally published on Pasión cinéfila obsesivo-compulsiva

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