Watching this half-hour look at the making of The Lego Movie, talking to the animation team at Animal Logic in Sydney. It starts off pretty dry, but if you’re as curious as I was how they made this everything-is-awesome movie look so great, answers be here. (Hint: SPACESHIPS!)
What are your thoughts on Dylan Farrow letter to NYT?
Okay. Here are my thoughts. Just my thoughts.
(NOTE: To any Woody Allen fans who would rather get into a debate over the merits of evidence at this late date, you’re in a worse position than you think, but I’m not going to be devoting any time to proving that to you.)
I tend to believe victims’ first-hand accounts.
I understand some folks’ desire to rationalize, discredit, or dismiss the accusations in this case, as fans of Mr. Allen’s work, or due to some societal statute of limitations for giving-a-damn, but personally, having always been skeeved out by a fifty-something-year-old dude who could “fall in love” with a teenager he’d taken nude photographs of*, who he’d first met when she was ten, I’ve never really bothered to get into his movies**, because best case, he’s a creepy-ass weirdo.
I’ve read Dylan’s account (which sounds incredibly legit to me as someone who has experienced similar events and feelings) and two or three counter-arguments (which are filled with anecdotal nonsense and clear attempts to discredit the victim***), and I basically think anyone who doesn’t at least give the grown victim in this case the benefit of the doubt, should imagine telling everyone they’ve ever known that they were sexually abused as a minor. Really think about it for a sec. Consider how that might affect all your interactions with everyone you’ve ever known, forever.
Now expand your audience to everyone. People you haven’t even met. People you’ll never meet. People who will become important to you.
I know what that’s like, guys, and it’s big. It means opening your life up to being contacted by everyone with similar experiences (1 in 3 girls, 1 in five boys, millions of adults in the U.S.). It means eyes turning to see if you laugh at the HAHA SO FUNNY pedophilia joke in the show you’re watching.**** It means your once secret or speculative childhood trauma is now a part of every close friendship, every romantic relationship, and potentially every public appearance you make from now on.
Now imagine your attacker is wildly famous and beloved by his peers. So you’re going to be dragged through the editorial ink by people who weren’t there, don’t know what you do, and not only didn’t, couldn’t, or wouldn’t protect you, but DON’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU.
Bullet Point: If you don’t believe victims of sexual violence, you might as well be an accomplice.
*And it doesn’t matter that Soon-Yi wasn’t HIS adopted daughter, but his girlfriend’s. Seriously, if that distinction means anything to you, you’re gross.
**I think I’ve seen Matchpoint? Seriously, just the stink of attracted-to-children on this dude has always kept me away from his films.
***As a kid she referred to sunset as “magic hour”? So you think she had trouble distinguishing between reality and fantasy? Or do you maybe think it’s because that’s what filmmakers call it, and she grew up around some?
****SOMETIMES I DO. Other times, I see dudes dressed as Pedobear at comic cons and nearly knock their fucking heads off.