By Ray Pride Pride@moviecitynews.com

“Yes, Cinefamily was popular, but almost exclusively among 20- and 30-somethings, and the frumpy, basement couch, party atmosphere appealed to avid scenesters to the significant exclusion of everyone else. It was the fanboy equivalent of a repertory house, which is why I was not surprised to hear that it sexually discriminated against female employees. Some films it showed were important contributions to film culture, but a lot was simply pop culture ephemera and trash cinema, served with a dose of self-flattering, MST3K-style irony and casual indifference. Frankly, I hated the atmosphere of the place, and judging from conversations I’ve had with other cinephiles, I’m not the only one.”

“Yes, Cinefamily was popular, but almost exclusively among 20- and 30-somethings, and the frumpy, basement couch, party atmosphere appealed to avid scenesters to the significant exclusion of everyone else. It was the fanboy equivalent of a repertory house, which is why I was not surprised to hear that it sexually discriminated against female employees. Some films it showed were important contributions to film culture, but a lot was simply pop culture ephemera and trash cinema, served with a dose of self-flattering, ‘MST3K’-style irony and casual indifference. Frankly, I hated the atmosphere of the place, and judging from conversations I’ve had with other cinephiles, I’m not the only one.”

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“Would I like to see Wormwood in a theater on a big screen? You betcha. I’d be disingenuous to argue otherwise. But we’re all part of, like it or not, an industry, and what Netflix offers is an opportunity to do different kinds of films in different ways. Maybe part of what is being sacrificed is that they no longer go into theaters. If the choice is between not doing it at all and having it not go to theaters, it’s an easy choice to make.”
~ Errol Morris

“As these stories continue to break, in the weeks since women have said they were harassed and abused by Harvey Weinstein, which was not the birth of a movement but an easy and highly visible shorthand for decades of organizing against sexual harassment that preceded this moment, I hope to gain back my time, my work. Lately, though, I have noticed a drift in the discourse from violated rights to violated feelings: the swelled number of reporters on the beat, the burden on each woman’s story to concern a man “important” enough to report on, the detailed accounting of hotel robes and incriminating texts along with a careful description of what was grabbed, who exposed what, and how many times. What I remember most, from “my story” is how small the sex talk felt, almost dull. I did not feel hurt. I had no pain to confess in public. As more stories come out, I like to think that we would also believe a woman who said, for example, that the sight of the penis of the man who promised her work did not wound her, and that the loss she felt was not some loss of herself but of her time, energy, power.”
~ “The Unsexy Truth About Harassment,” by Melissa Gira Grant