Can we separate our respect for art from the reputation of
the artist? Now they talk of a "rotten apples" problem with films already made.
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.
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