He’s like some sort of Cuntinator – he absolutely Will Not Stop making repetitive, pretentious, tiresome, by-the-fucking-numbers, utterly pointless movies, in which he invariably cops off with A-list flange half his age.
Incredibly, various august bodies – of Cunts – have awarded him four Oscars, nine Baftas, and a shedload of Mickey Mouse Euro awards. Every last one of them for Contributions to Cuntage.
It should not escape notice that this feted, celebrated, spoilt, over-indulged, wildly successful multi-millionaire trades on a public persona of angst and insecurity. You absolute hypocunt, Allen.
When not churning out cinematic drivel, Mr Allen is to be found sunk to the plums in his Korean kind-of-stepdaughter in a highly suspect set-up that paddles in the shallow end of incest and noncing.
In summation: “Woody Allen is a Cunt” ought to be projected nightly on the surface of the moon with a giant fucking laser.
Nominated by: Norma D Landings
