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At the apex of Weinstein’s power — and alleged abuse of it — in the late ‘90s, gossip about “a high-powered movie mogul” and exploitative relationships with less powerful women was percolating in newsgroups like alt.showbiz.gossip.Similar gossip had been the subject of dozens of “blind items” (descriptions of a scandal in which celebrities’ names are removed, or “blinded,” and replaced with clues of their identity) for years.
We have not produced or scanned those images ourself nor do we claim the rights to those images.There’s plenty, though, if you read between the lines.That’s how gossip has long worked: through pun, innuendo, and blind items, which speak the unspeakable.He must also deal with two women, Angela, a beautiful old flame (Salli Richardson), and Peaches (Jada Pinkett), his energetic but annoying sidekick.Unlike Wayans' blaxploitation parody I'm Gonna Get You Sucka, A Low Down Dirty Shame sticks more closely to genre conventions, lightening the action with wisecracks and standard comic interludes.Women didn’t take solace in the knowledge of Weinstein’s alleged harassment.
But the gossip percolating around him became another form of knowledge, of currency in the economy of how women protect ourselves and others.
Writer-director Keenan Ivory Wayans also stars as Los Angeles private eye Arthur Shame, a former cop whose troubled past resurfaces when a one-time colleague asks for help in a narcotic case.
During the course of his investigation, he encounters various old connections, ultimately confronting the criminal responsible for Shame's expulsion from the force.
It was so known — in the business, but among anyone who paid attention to celebrity gossip in the 2000s — that it felt like normal, or just normalized, one part of a larger misogynist industry, aided and abetted by those around him out of fear and hunger for some kind of reciprocity.
I first heard about Weinstein, as a character, through profiles in Entertainment Weekly, but my understanding of him wasn’t fully fleshed out until I read Peter Biskind’s Down and Dirty Pictures — a chronicle of the rise of Miramax and independent film.
It’s a book, it’s a history, but it’s also filled with gossip.