I’m pretty sure it was a long letter (I never skimped on words), detailing how I wanted to grow up and be just like him. It’s not like I really wanted to be him, per se; I just loved the idea of the freedom he had to make the stories he wanted to tell. See, even then I could tell this was a storyteller not only having the creativity in abundance, but the capability to let that creativity reach its heights. As an adult, I am even more floored by his ability.
So my letter begged for advice. What did I expect from him? I couldn’t say, I was a kid trying to latch on to some kind of a future, like any typical young teen. Maybe I was hoping he would send me a plane ticket and take me in as an apprentice? He didn’t write back, of course, but he did send an autographed picture, which I still have today.
There is a chance that Midnight in Paris, Woody’s most recent film will take home the Oscar for Best Screenplay (It is also nominated for Best Picture), and I think well deserved. Of course, Woody won’t show up for the award. That is not Woody’s way, and I find that also very bad ass. Simply put, he is too busy making his movies to stop and take an award for the past, he is already on the next story, the future.
These, as a Woody fan, I would recommend as first dips into his library. Continue reading