Samantha Geimer, articulating why sensitive artistses like Roman Polanski make the best lovers.
For reference, let’s all visualize Wes Anderson, David Lynch or Darren Aronofsky (I choose them because they’re my favorite signatories on the petition for Polanski’s release) feeding a modern teen girl (maybe in a Twilight t-shirt? I hear Wes likes the indie rock too…) tranquilizers and champagne and then raping her in Jack Nicholson’s guest room.
Or, for even more chilling modernization, make it Owen Wilson’s guest room. At least for Wes Anderson.
Seriously though, this is just a random reblog to say that I am Not On Board the whole “Forgive Roman Polanski!” thing. Chinatown is probably one of my favorite movies of all time but I’m sorry: Talented rapists are still rapists, no matter how long ago they did the raping, and they should go to jail.