While combing through newsfeeds this weekend, I stumbled across a most interesting Tweet. It was in response to another. The Tweet read thus:
Salacious, no? I was hooked, and clicked on the story… and read it with dismay.
I’ll not go through the sordid tale. I find myself at a moral crossroads. Do I root for an exceptional artistic achievement, do I laud this actor for a job well done?
Arena seems to have forgotten one fact. In “Shawshank,” Andy Dufresne was an innocent man.
Arena is a self-confessed murderer.
One of his victims was an 8 year old boy.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury: you decide. Should he have even been nominated?
What if Charles Manson wrote the greatest screenplay ever? Or, to take it to an unimaginable extreme, what if Hitler wrote a masterful symphony? Should the work be played? Would the creators – or should they – be lauded for their work?
I believe I have my answer. It’s complex… and yet, it’s not.
Now, go write
HRH, Princess Scribe