No wonder you directed the one about Satan banging Mia Farrow
Oh for fuck’s sake. Roman Polanski wants the 30-year-old rape charges dismissed against him -- so he can, what, come back to the States and find some more thirteen-year-olds to bang? I saw Wanted and Desired, and the thing is, Roman, you fucking toad, you didn’t “have sex with” that girl. No matter what you want to think it was, you disgusting short-eyed lecher, thirteen-year-olds cannot, by law, “consent” to sexual intercourse with grown men, particularly not after you’ve plied them with booze and ludes. I’m sorry your wife (whom you treated remarkably ill, let’s not forget) was murdered by psychopaths, I’m sorry you had a kind of messed-up life prior to all this, and I can’t deny your directorial talent – but none of that excuses or in any way changes the fact that you RAPED a CHILD. It doesn’t make a goddamn bit of difference that she’s saying the charges ought to be dismissed now – again, sir, let me refresh your poor-me, exiled-in-France, dissolute-life-with-models-and-rich-patrons memory: You are a rapist, and you ducked your prison sentence. Fuck you right in the ear, and stay the hell out of the US. We have enough pustulent old sex criminals here already.
Labels: indefensible positions, Jesus H. Christ in a sidecar drinking tequila, movie rules, sickened repugnance
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