Woody Allen: The World’s Guilty Pleasure and Global Rorschach Test
Woody Allen, that diminutive neurotic with horn-rimmed glasses and a lifetime subscription to existential dread, has somehow become the global Rorschach test for the late-capitalist psyche. From Seoul to Seville, his face—equal parts guilty conscience and self-deprecating punchline—adorns subway posters for 1979’s Manhattan next to ads for K-pop comebacks and oat-milk lattes. It’s as if…