Blogs are ablaze with Roman Candles of condemnation aimed at Roman Polanski and his admitted criminal acts against a 13 year old girl. As a Mom, I’m with the flame-throwers and Hell-wishers on this one. As a movie-goer, I adore the dark brilliance of ROSEMARY’S BABY, CHINATOWN, THE PIANIST. Does watching them now make you feel in ‘league with the devil’? In the particular case of Polanski, his lifetime walk on the dark side– losing a mother to Auschwitz and a wife and baby to Charles Manson and seemingly his own soul along the way– surely infuses his pitch-black masterpieces. (See the Devil-rape ‘dream sequence’ in ROSEMARY’S BABY, my vote for Scariest Movie Ever).
Woody Allen (surprise, surprise) supports Polanski. I stopped watching his flicks for years after his stepdaughter-gate. Woody just wasn’t funny to me anymore. Swearing off Polanski’s cinematic world would be harder. And why do it? Terrific artists through the ages have been terrible humans. Take Phil Spector. Our favorite ‘holiday album’ (ie, the only one we can stand) is the creepily titled A CHRISTMAS GIFT FOR YOU FROM PHIL SPECTOR. (‘Gee thanks Phil,’ my husband joked, ‘Does this mean I don’t have to suck the gun?’) Will we still bop around our living room to Spector’s fabulously dance-able and un-saccharin tunes now that Phil is a convicted killer? Well yes, we will. Don’t judge us. But do dare to share your thoughts/feelings/rants on Polanski & fellow Celeb./Criminals…
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