Cosby scandal tarnishes museum
Shame on Johnnetta B. Cole, director of the National Museum of African Art (and friend of Bill Cosby), for having blithely taken his money and possessing no spine evidently [“Museum Loses in Its Cozy Relationship with Cosby, Nov. 11] . Mercy, mercy me, what fools these museums be!
If you want to know why #BlackLivesMatter exists, look no further than Bill Cosby’s persecution.
Money trumps male bias
Doubtlessly, the Hollywood machinery appears a darker shade of male [“Female Directors Still Have It Rough,” Nov. 8]. But the reasons for this are fallaciously served when we unquestioningly accept the ostensible notion of male chauvinism as its singular de facto cause. The film industry came into creation when men ruled the occidental world. Though material strides have been made, equilibrium has not yet been attained. But Hollywood is by a gasping margin ruled far more by money and to a significant degree by nepotism rather than by gender.
In the end it’s they who generate the larger sum of dollar bills who’ll rule the movie kingdom, irrelevant of sex. While discriminating sexism is inherently unfair, frothing feminism is a strident note. All these attitudes accomplish is to sow the seeds of disrespect, disharmony and discontent and rouse opposing troops to prejudice and spiteful, self-defeating countermeasures. But recognizing this won’t make the dent on these facts significant; what we’re up against is human nature.
Michael E. White
Seth Rogen is no joke anymore
I beg all of us, in the name of everything that is holy, enough of Seth Rogen already [“Ho-Ho-Ho Goes Uh-Oh,” Nov. 15]. Please.
Missed stories in ‘Spotlight’
The movie “Spotlight” is getting a lot of Oscar buzz, but it was fatally flawed. It was too much of a survey course of what happened to get the Globe’s story and almost no individual stories. What makes a movie stand out is the emotional drama when life hits the character in the face. We had plenty of snippets of what could have been developed: the abusive priest with a distorted mind, the victims of that and the 87 other priests, the religious grandmother who went to church three times a week, the friendship between the editor and a leader of the Catholic establishment, even what was going on on the establishment side. These “stories” were only hinted at while the relentless pursuit of the Globe’s scoop was pursued with an attention to minutiae, which almost got boring. I was disappointed because this is a story that must be told.
Why treat these artists unevenly?
I thought the piece “Music Plays On for Pakistani Jazz Group” [Nov. 8] was interesting until I got to: “including those of Bob Dylan, George Harrison and even Michael Jackson.” What is the purpose of using the word “even” when speaking of Michael Jackson? Why not say “including those of Bob Dylan, George Harrison and Michael Jackson.”?