The reports of the behaviors and misdeeds of Messers. Weinstein and Spacey, et. Al. have the feel of blaring breaking news that interrupts and catches us all off guard like large plane crashes. This ought to be troubling to other leaders of movie houses and actors because the public outcry demonstrates that those who ingested their movies and their acting never really found the body of their life work that believable in the first place. If they had, nobody would be shocked. Harvey, Kevin, and Justin just were never able to convince their audiences that wayward screen behaviors are normal, or ought to be In the back of everyone's mind, these would-be titans never really had the credibility and influence they assumed they had. In other words, the audiences didn't really buy their stories. And that ought to cause shudders among the marketing firms who offer high profile endorsements to companies wanting to hawk their soap.
There's another sad outcome. It illustrates the mournful truth that our most gifted, most creative artists lead actually banal, even boring lives. There really is no creativity or verve in their vice. Just the same tired lines, using the same broken props, objectifying everyone around them with their petty, tired arrogance. So, in the end, their lives have no real artistry. They are merely hacks playing out roles in tired re-runs of soap operas.
And then there's me. Not materially a lot different. Perhaps apart from the the Old Testament Jeremiah, no one encapsulates our true--to-life dilemma better than Solzhenitzyn when he wrote:
“If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?”
"Dustin, could you save me a seat beside you?"