What's Up, Tiger Lily? Woody Allen, as televiewers know, is an anonymous little giggle merchant who looks like a slight defect in the wallpaper pattern and makes funnies that are so far out they sink before the slow boats get there. One day, for instance, he appeared in public leading his pet ant on a leash. On other occasions he wondered evilly if Memorial Day poppies contain opium, tsked sympathetically about a resolutely modern painter who cut off his ear with an electric razor, revealed regretfully that he once owned a silver mine but it tarnished.
Woody has now discovered a gold...
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