Posted on | February 2, 2014 | 23 Comments
When the rape case against Roman Polanski made headlines a few years ago, the film director’s defenders commonly made the argument that he shouldn’t be judged by his crime because, after all, he was considered a genius in France. As a euphemistic synonym for “celebrity pervert,” A Genius in France applies equally to Woody Allen:
Allen’s defenders correctly note that he denies the allegations, has never been convicted and should be presumed innocent. People weighed in on all sides, but one person who hasn’t been heard out is Dylan Farrow, 28, the writer and artist whom Allen was accused of molesting. . . .
That he got away with what he did to me haunted me as I grew up. I was stricken with guilt that I had allowed him to be near other little girls. I was terrified of being touched by men. I developed an eating disorder. I began cutting myself.
That torment was made worse by Hollywood. All but a precious few (my heroes) turned a blind eye. Most found it easier to accept the ambiguity, to say, “who can say what happened,” to pretend that nothing was wrong.
Nicholas Kristof should be careful. He might get sued for defamation by A Genius in France. Lot of that going around, y’know.