In reporting on the remarkable Roman Polanski still (he's 86) making films and somehow finding backers and actors, the London Daily Fail only wants you to know he was a "CHILD RAPIST." What does that connote? Something out of Peter Lorre's "M" movie? A demon who grabs kiddies out of the playground?
The inconvenient truth buried deeper into the story, is that the victim was a precocious (Brooke Shields comes to mind) girl who looked older than her years, and was making money off her sexual-pedo leers and provocation.
Does this justify an egocentric and horny director from getting into Jack Nicholson's hot tub with her and plying her with wine and quaaludes? No, but you wonder what she was doing in the hot tub, why she did not have a chaperone, and what stage mother from hell decided something like: "Sure, go over to this guy's house, ALONE, and let him take pictures of you. You are SUCH a sexy girl!"
Along with the charge of being a perverted Jew who likes young girls (see: Allen, Woody) there's the charge that Mr. Evil ran away before the trial. Well, yes, because Polanski and his lawyers had reached a plea deal with the judge, and learned that the old buzzard was planning a double cross. To get fame for himself, the judge was going to throw the book at Polanski. So he fled.
How long ago was this? Long enough for the victim in the case to say that he should be allowed to travel wherever he wants. He's had some tragedies in his life (anyone hear of Sharon Tate?) and he's lost out on many honors and awards because of his one (as far as we know) lapse. It's a lapse he admits was creepy and regrettable.
Buried towards the end of the article:
The London Daily Fail wouldn't give up THAT information until it offered up more juicy details about why the Jewish director is a terrible man, and should be linked with "Bill CROSBY."
It's a passing irony that Polanski's latest movie is about the Dreyfus case, which involves a notorious example of anti-Semitism.
The Hitler blueprint, which has been used by any number of tyrants since, including Joe McCarthy and Gloria Allred, is once you've got a scapegoat, never let it go. Find some convenient slogan, be it "The Final Solution" or ethnic purity, or anti-Communism or "Me Too," and ride that goat until it drops.
Polanski hasn't dropped. At 86, he could be retired. One might expect that he might not have the energy or interest in the arduous work of film making. He could be like so many 80-somethings and prefer to babble on social media, Tweeting to the fans, or spending an hour a day actually leaving comments to idiots, responding to mental cases, dweebs and losers, or hawking autographed pictures for sale.
When even the victim has said "enough," and feels that pocketing a half million and writing a book is also enough, maybe enough IS enough.
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