This is about remembering Kevin Spacey whose career is now effectively over. Kevin was once a Hollywood superstar with two Oscars on his mantle. Four years ago he helped to revolutionize the world of television when he created the character of Frank Underwood in House of Cards, the first major series produced by the streaming service called Netflix.
Underwood was a political monster who seemed to be an outrageous exaggeration. Then a year ago, Americans elected Donald Trump, and House of Cards suddenly seemed like a tired concept. Remember the good old days when TV characters like Perry Mason were lovable and went on forever? Kevin knew that the end was near for that show, but he had a big movie that was due to hit the screens in time for Christmas. It was about a long dead real life monster named J. Paul Getty. He was the richest man in the world, and he refused to open his wallet to save his kidnapped grandson.
Kevin could play someone like that in his sleep, but not now. He has been exposed as a sexual predator, and this week he would be lucky to get a job cleaning toilets.
Sony, who are producing the Getty story with Ridley Scott directing, have ordered that all of Spacey’s scenes be re-shot with Christopher Plummer playing the part. The movie will premiere on schedule, and most ticket buyers will probably never know the difference.
There is a feeding frenzy going on in Hollywood. It began with Harvey Weinstein who appears to have been the king of sexual predators. Harvey was a starmaker, but if the rising star was female and attractive, she was fair game. Now the floodgates have been opened, and it’s difficult to see when it might stop.
It goes way beyond the casting couch, and it’s by no means limited to the world of show business.
Look who lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
I’m Roger Currie