Woody Allen: That’s quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn’t it?

Woman: Yes, it is. Allen: What does it say to you? Woman: It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming Continue reading Woody Allen: That’s quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn’t it?