Sunday 11 December 2016

'Death and murder are very seductive'

Woody Allen has been contemplating the end since the age of five. Will he ever cheer up? Not a chance

Robbie Collins

Published 05/09/2015 | 02:30

Joaquin Phoenix and Emma Stone in Allen's latest film, 'Irrational Man'.
Joaquin Phoenix and Emma Stone in Allen's latest film, 'Irrational Man'.
Woody Allen
Annie Hall

Try as he might, Woody Allen can't not be funny. The 79-year-old director is holding court with a group of European journalists at the Cannes Film Festival, and though his thoughts couldn't be darker, the mood is cartoon-bright.

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"The religions, the philosophers, the artists, they're all trying to sell you a bill of goods," he says - an observation that's met with bubbling amusement.

"And none of it helps. No matter how intellectual your conversations, life just tramples right over you. In the end, whether you've invested in Plato"- his adenoidal New York twang turns the Greek philosopher's name into "Play-Doh" - "or Nietzsche, or Wittgenstein, you're going to die."

The laughter builds. "You know," he continues, eyes as wetly morose as a sausage dog's, "the poet Auden called death - I forget the exact phrase but I'm close - 'the distant sound of thunder at a picnic'. Well, I've heard that thunder almost constantly since I was five-years-old. It's ruined my life completely." Peals of hilarity.

There are two possible reasons why Allen's audience are cackling so enthusiastically: either they have no idea what he's actually saying, or they do.

My own experiences of the film festival press corps lead me to suspect the former, but the latter's equally possible. It's hard to think of another film-maker who has used the knelling enormity of death so nimbly and uproariously against it - like a ju-jitsu-fighting midget flipping his giant opponent over a casually outstretched foot.

For Allen, death is the big banana skin - the shepherd's crook reaching out from off-stage and curling itself around your neck. It's mortifying in every sense, and the sheer humiliation of kicking the bucket has been a major theme in his work since his early days on the New York stand-up circuit. But there's no question that, 52 years and 46 films later, the subject seems a little more - how to put it gently? - immediately relevant.

Allen is a wispy presence: the Ghost of Movies Past, perhaps. He's jet-lagged from last night's trans-Atlantic flight, but prefaces every yawn with an apology, and his mind zigzags from Camus to coupledom and the clarinet (all three, he says, remain welcome diversions from the inevitable).

Allen has come to Cannes for the world premiere of his latest film, Irrational Man, a sherbetty murder-mystery which arrives in Irish cinemas this month. It returns to a favourite Allen premise - the possibility of the perfect murder - and ponders the various logistical and spiritual impediments to getting away with it.

Joaquin Phoenix stars as Abe Lucas, a paunchy philosophy professor in an existential funk. This Rhode Island Raskolnikov becomes convinced that the only way he'll ever feel truly alive again is by killing someone - and through a quirk of fate, he's presented with an ideal target.

While having lunch one day with Jill (Emma Stone), his perky student, Abe overhears a recently divorced woman talking tearfully to her friends about her forthcoming child custody hearing.

The judge assigned to the case is friends with her ex-husband, and the two have secretly conspired against her. Since Abe has no connection to the judge, he decides this demonstrably awful man should be his victim. In theory, killing him should be the perfect crime. In theory.

Allen has ventured deep into these moral caverns before - most brilliantly in his 1989 masterpiece Crimes and Misdemeanours, and also later, in Match Point and Cassandra's Dream - so the subject clearly grips him. But here, it seems to be served up with a personal, lemony twist.

The choice of a family court judge as Abe's deserving victim recalls Allen's own bitter custody battle with Mia Farrow, which was sparked by the director's relationship with Soon-Yi Previn, Farrow's daughter from another relationship, and ended with Allen being denied access to the couple's three children. (Allen married Soon-Yi in 1997, and the couple are still happily together.)

Even when Allen doesn't play the role himself, his screen persona surfaces in almost all of his films: in Midnight in Paris it's Owen Wilson's bluff Hollywood screenwriter, while in Scoop, it's Scarlett Johansson's gawky journalism student. Perhaps in Irrational Man, the kindred spirit isn't the philosopher but the parent.

Playing dumb, I ask where the idea for murdering a family court judge came from, and Allen tells an in-depth story of a friend who struggled to sue a dodgy building contractor.

"Which was unfair and frustrating, but so feeble compared to losing your children," he says. Changing the story to involve a custody battle, he says, was a decision borne of dramatic expediency, rather than a personal grudge.

"If a judge condemns someone to the electric chair, or sends them to jail, there's nothing you can do," he continues.

"But if it's family related and you could help - you know, that seemed to me the very best thing."

By this account, the plot of Irrational Man turns on an uncanny coincidence - particularly as the film went into production only a few months after Allen and Farrow's adopted daughter Dylan spoke for the first time about the unproven claims of molestation that swirled around the 1992 custody hearing. Surely the subject was on Allen's mind?

But he won't budge. "This is the story of my life," he shrugs - by which he means it isn't. "I spend my whole life saying 'This is not me', but audiences don't like to hear it.

"When I made Annie Hall, people thought it was an autobiographical film. And I said, 'Well look, it's not. I made it up, I wrote it with Marshall Brickman. Many of the jokes and ideas didn't even come from me'. But they don't want to know that.

"There's something comforting - not because it's me, but with certain people - in thinking that the films are giving them the real story."

He says all of the above not even slightly defensively, but with a blunt conviction that makes me feel a little silly for asking. I don't buy for a second that the parallel is coincidental, but it's possible - and, while we're speaking, it seems reasonably likely - that he simply hasn't reflected on it.

Later, I remember his similar disavowals that Blue Jasmine, the undisputed high point in Allen's recent run of fatalistic dramas, had anything to do with either the Bernie Madoff investment scandal or A Streetcar Named Desire, despite the film turning on a pyramid scheme and starring Cate Blanchett as a composite of Blanche Dubois and Madoff's wife. Again, he insisted it was inspired by the experiences of a friend of a friend. Perhaps he just has a particularly unfortunate social circle.

What Allen clearly has reflected on at some length, however, are the ideas about free will and guilt that underpin his latest film. Its title comes from a philosophy manual from the 50s - a kind of Nihilism for Dummies - which he describes as "a very, very enjoyable reading experience of my youth".

Woody Allen says he discovered existentialism via his first wife, which sounds like the set-up to a Woody Allen joke. He married Harlene Rosen, his teenage sweetheart, when he was a 19-year-old freelance gag writer and she a 16-year-old philosophy student.

Allen, a two-time college dropout, was "recruited to help out" with her essays, and noticed the same ideas he read with Harlene in Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil and Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling were cropping up in the films of Ingmar Bergman and the great Russian novels he was devouring at the time.

"It was always life or death crises, murder, suicide, assault. So it was seductive. I got very interested in it."

So has he ever contemplated carrying out a perfect murder himself? "I'm telling you, if I started by killing one person, soon there would be no one left in the world but me," he shoots back.

Allen's parents weren't exactly the existentialist type. His mother Nettie, he remembers, said he turned into "a nasty, sour, rotten kid" at the age of five, when he first became aware of his own mortality. His father Martin worked as a taxi driver, a bartender and a waiter.

"And if I hadn't been able to write jokes," he says, "I'd be doing the same." But write jokes he could, and by the age of 16, the gags he'd been sending to comedians were making him more money than his father had ever earned.

He concedes that he wrote his early material with himself in mind. "The jokes were always for guys, about how to get girls." The change came, he says, with Diane Keaton, with whom he shared a brief romance in 1970, after casting her in his Broadway production of Play It Again, Sam. "She was so funny and so intelligent that I saw things from her perspective and started to write for her," he says. "And I wrote for her for years." The results included Annie Hall, perhaps the finest romantic comedy ever made.

Emma Stone, who comes as close to providing the voice of reason in Irrational Man as the film allows, made Allen think of Keaton.

"She reminds me of Diane in this sense: I think they're both kind of limitless in their talent," he says.

Does it matter to him, this mad movie-a-year regime he's maintained since A Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy in 1982, with a further as-yet-untitled film and Amazon Prime series ("the worst decision of my life") due in 2016?

"Who cares, really, in the end?" he groans. "It's a distraction." And love? "And love is a distraction as well. You meet somebody and they're all you can think about, then if you're lucky you can be happily married for 25 or 30 years. Then suddenly you see something in your X-ray here" - he points to his chest - "and your wife can give you some kind of comfort". (© The Daily Telegraph)

'Irrational Man' is out September 11

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