During the same interview with Variety in which she hates on the name Supergirl, Miley Cyrus made it clear again that she’s on Team Woody Allen Is A Good Guy. Miley has said previously to Vanity Fair that she loved working with Ol’ Man Grossness on his Amazon show Crisis in Six Scenes because he was a great director and that she learned a lot from him. Now she’s telling Variety about the Woody behind the camera. Miley loved that Woody too, because they’re practically the same person. And she doesn’t give two beady-eyed high-waisted khaki shits if you’re side-eyeing her hard right now.
“I live a similar life to Woody — I live a public life. Until I know someone and I know their story, I never really judge anyone. That’s kind of how I went into it. From the way I saw him with his family, I never saw him be anything but an incredible person and a really great dad. People might slam me for saying that. I’m sure it was a hard time for that family. My family has been through hard things, and I think everyone’s suffering is different.”
Miley also talked about working with Woody on CiSS, and she tells this creepy-ass story to set it up.
“I had moved, and the only thing that I brought into my new house was a picture of Woody Allen. My first night I slept in my new house, [my manager] called and said, ‘Woody wants you to fly to New York.’ I loved working with Woody. You do like two takes. He just wants to go home and have dinner with his wife. One night it was 5:30, and the camera operator wanted to do another take. He goes, ‘I can’t dedicate my entire life to making movies.'”
That story about moving into a new house with only a framed picture of Woody Allen is about as real as the hairs on Billy Ray Cyrus’ head. But it still has me worried. What if it’s true? What if this is like Woody Allen’s version of Bloody Mary or Candyman? Put a framed picture of Woody Allen – any decade, but preferably his later more visually disturbing years – on your bedside table before you go to bed. When you wake up in the morning, you’ll receive a call instructing you to get on a plane and fly to New York. If you don’t do it, you’ll see Woody Allen’s drippy pink eye blinking at you through your bedroom window that night. If you do it – you’ll end up in New York with Woody Allen. I’m not sure which is worse.