Three years ago the Brooklyn wokester lizard known as Glenn Kenny tried to slander me for taking a stab at trying to explain a portion of the screwed-up psychology of Harvey Weinstein.
At the risk of inviting more idiotic hair-trigger derision, allow me to respond to Quentin Tarantino‘s lament about how he wishes he’d had a sit-down talk with Weinstein about his deranged behavior with women, and how he wishes he’d tried to explain that Harvey can’t do this horrific shit and that it’ll “fuck everything up,” etc.
HE to Tarantino: Nothing you could’ve said to Weinstein would’ve gotten through. Sexual assaulters don’t care about practical logic or social strategies. Sexual criminals are primarily driven by deep-seated rage, and nothing you might’ve said to Harvey would have changed the way he felt about himself (ugly, beastly, no attraction factor to speak of) and his primal anger about being repeatedly shut down by women in his teens and (I’m guessing) even his 20s, and how this transferred into an enormous thunderstorm of fury directed not so much at “women” but at God and creation and his lousy-ass luck…about the shitty hand of a cruel and indifferent God and Harvey’s having been dealt the proverbial Cyrano curse but without the Cyrano poetry and wit and heart….all he had was his film-mogul power, and he allowed his rage to run the show…run it right into the ground.