Sunday, December 10, 2017
Can we continue to enjoy the work of disgraced filmmakers? (Pulp Fiction?)
Can we separate our respect for art from the reputation of the artist?
On Indiewire a number of critics weigh in on the question here.
It’s interesting that they discuss “Pulp Fiction”, one of the great films of the 90s (produced by the Weinstein brothers in part, but directed by Taraentino, not involved in all this mess.)
In other areas, there is a point where we don’t want to consume content from criminals or from sufficiently disgraced persons. I think the Unabomber and Eliot Rodger “manifestos” are available somewhere online, but nobody seems to want them now. Milo Yiannopoulos lost his publishing deal after somewhat fakey rumors about supporting ephebophilia leaked out in February, but he went on to create his own publishing company that has also published Pam Geller (maybe James Damore?) I think a Netflix-style documentary about Milo, or Pam, or James (or all three in one film) could make interesting home viewing. I’d be game to support it, maybe.