Not that I'm a huge fan of Woody's. I don't think I've seen a movie of his that didn't send me away a little disappointed. I think he benefited- as many artists in many fields did- from coming out of New York at a time when New York was the most cosmopolitan city in the most powerful country in the world. His reputation is inflated by cultural cringe- as is Bernstein's and Mailer's and Pollock's and this could be a very long sentence if I listed them all.
Incidentally I respect Diane Keaton for standing by him. They've been friends and colleagues for half a century. It's called loyalty.
There remains the work. I stopped watching Polanski movies- and Allen movies- a while back- not for reasons of morality but because I lost interest. I avoid them for the same reason I avoid anything with the (wholly admirable) Ron Howard's name attached. In the end art survives because it's good and not because its makers are. I'm not sure future generations will find much to engage them in such quintessentially late-20th century works as Annie Hall and Stardust Memories but if they do good luck to them.