"I don't believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear."
HIS deciduous, mud-red hair has been dried in a wind tunnel. His posture would be unsatisfactory for a question mark. His adenoidal diction suggests that he learned English from records —played at the wrong speed. He has the kind of profile that should not be painted but wallpapered.
Peering dolefully at the world through weed-colored glasses, Woody Allen looks like a one-man illustration of the blind leading the halt. Nonetheless, at 36, he has become one of America's funniest...
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