Happy 87th birthday, dear Woody! You are the best!

“Finally, I enter the world. A world I will never feel comfortable in, never understand, and never approve of or forgive (...) Actually, I was born on the thirtieth of November very close to midnight, and my parents pushed the date so I could start off on a day one" (Woody Allen, Apropos of Nothing).

Happy 87th birthday, dear Woody! Thanks a lot for the great dose of philosophy, existentialism, poetry, laughter and meaning in your films in this meaningless universe. You are the best!