Movie Essay
August, 1978
Oh, Woody. Who would have thought, back when What's New Pussycat? was playing the boonies, that one day you'd be waved like a flag by corporate feminists? These silly females (and their opportunist male mentors---writers, directors and producers) have taken your honest neuroses, your fear of being looked down on by tall shiksas, your asexual clumsiness, your very bald spot and turned them into virtues. And they're doing the same to every leading man who wants to be seen on the "woman's film...
