While it was no secret that Roman Polanksi was a fugitive child molester, I’m repeatedly shocked at the number of people in The Business who are this week happily holding their hands up in support of the guy now he’s finally been arrested. I just found out that Gael Garcia Bernal is the latest in a long line of rape apologists. GAEL! GARCIA! BERNAL! What a fucktart he turned out to be.
Check out the current list of pro-rape morons. See what kind of pockets you’re lining with your cinema tickets and DVD purchases. Think about how paying to see anything these people have made means you’re basically saying, “You’re alright, you. Sure, you think it’s okay to rape a 13-year-old girl and then make a break for the border before you have to serve real time for it, but hey, your film looks good. I’ll forgive you for your sickening loud-and-proud support of a child molester.”
Alternatively, you can just keep shovelling popcorn into your gob and forget that all those people think raping a child is basically a-okay because gosh, it was so long ago. One option is far easier than the other, but I’m not so sure anymore that enjoying films involving any of these people is worth the knowledge that I’m basically supporting their fucked moral compasses with my dollars and cents.
Which means I’ll never get to see Fantastic Mr Fox or find out who killed Laura Palmer. FUCKING HELL.
Like I said, it’s easier to enjoy stuff and ignore the moral implications, but sometimes the bigger picture is much more important.
