Today, December 1st, is a significant day for me. It’s the birthday of my idol, the comedic genius, brilliant writer and director, Woody Allen. It’s also the birthday of Audrey Rothbart, who gave birth to a comedic genius, brilliant writer and on his way to becoming a brilliant director. Yes, I’m talking about my mother. Let’s face it, you have to admire my trademark humility.
My brother, my son and I celebrated with my mother. We got her a cake, cards, some nice presents and bought her dinner. She’s a terrific person and is just happy to have her family around her. She is a great mother who pretty much raised her three children alone. She always made sacrifices for us and encourages me constantly. I admire her strength. My father passed away a little over a year ago and she has handled it much better than we could have anticipated.
As far as Woody goes, I celebrated with a mini-marathon. I watched ANNIE HALL, HANNAH AND HER SISTERS and MIDNIGHT IN PARIS, the three films for which he won Best Original Screenplay (ANNIE HALL also earned him Best Director) at the Academy Awards. Later, I’m going to watch MANHATTAN because it’s my favorite film of all time and I don’t need an excuse to view it.
There is so much to be learned from watching great movies and reading well-written scripts. (You can learn as much, if not more, from watching terrible movies and reading awful scripts, but today is about celebration.) I have other influences, the main ones being Neil Simon and the late Nora Ephron, but Woody is first. Always.
So happy birthday, Mom. Your oldest appreciates everything you do for your family. It’s good to know that even if everyone else hates ISN’T IT ROMANTIC? you will love it!
Happy birthday to you too, Woody. Love your work, all of it. Not just the films. Thanks for inspiring me and showing me that a short, homely, neurotic guy from Brooklyn can succeed with his intellect, talent and wit.