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  • Hogan Hero killer a large
    Mar 1 2024
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    19 mins
  • The killing of Superman
    Mar 1 2024
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    13 mins
  • Lights, Camera, Predation: Power and Downfall of Harvey Weinstein
    Feb 29 2024
    Lights, Camera, Predation: Power and Downfall of Harvey WeinsteinIn the glitzy abyss of Hollywood celebrity one towering titan recently tumbled mightily from his throne. Harvey Weinstein - once untouchable film mogul behind era-defining hits like Pulp Fiction, Shakespeare in Love and Gangs of New York alongside brother Bob ruled his media fiefdom through a mix of aggression, creativity and sheer force-of-will. To budding actors and starlets the Weinstein imprimatur promised silver screen glory. But to scores of women seeking career advancement, another darker legacy would emerge years later when accusations surfaced revealing the full cost of Weinstein’s cinematic Midas touch behind closed doors...The story begins nearly a half century ago in Queens, New York where Harvey, Bob and another brother Corky helped running their parents’ modest neighborhood corner store while dreaming of splashy neon marquees. Though starting small hawking rock concert tickets, the band of brothers built an empire blockbuster by blockbuster with Harvey as creative head but Bob balancing the books. Along the way hard-driving, risk-taking Harvey amassed fame and then infamy in nearly equal measure - his bullying, vengeful streak well-known in elite industry circles despite a talent for finding zeitgeist-defining film projects and award-winning talent.Still by 2015, the brothers stood astride Hollywood as undisputed heavyweights after selling their studio Miramax and launching the lucrative Weinstein Company. Alongside unprecedented professional success lay nearly as many whispers of hotel suites that became stages for serial sexual coercion and assault of vulnerable actresses Miramax and Weinstein promised to make stars. Yet fear of destroying careers and retaliation kept a code of silence firmly in place for decades...until the dam finally burst open in October 2017 and famous lives would never be the same.That month, Pulitzer Prize-winning stories in the New York Times and New Yorker stunningly compiled years of hushed accounts from actresses like Ashley Judd, Rose McGowan and Gwyneth Paltrow finally speaking publicly of harassment endured privately at Weinstein’s hands. Asia Argento bravely told of an alleged rape by Weinstein when she was just 21 years old. Soon the mushrooming allegations against one of Hollywood’s most saintly figures spawned a viral #MeToo hashtag as countless women across industries revealed similar stories of sexual abuse from powerful male superiors. Weinstein now embodied predation from the casting couch using stardom as bait to gratify urges even as close associates and vigilant agents enabled decades of monstrous acts.Within days the disgraced mogul was fired from his own studio. Top politicians to whom he had generously donated now condemned Weinstein and vowed to return the tens of thousands in campaign funds staining their ledgers. Powerful collaborators and enablers including Quentin Tarantino, Ben Affleck and Matt Damon faced fierce criticism for decades of silence that kept the pedestal beneath Weinstein secure even amid open secrets of sexual misconduct. And trusting partners like Bob Weinstein and Weinstein Company board members professed shock at the breadth of accusations, although signs of settlements with alleged victims dotted past litigation around the once untouchable film icon.Yet for the courageous women testifying to Weinstein’s monstrous acts, prerequisites for career opportunity, the threat of retaliation and lawyerly intimidation had long locked truth behind a veil of necessity in service of professional ambition and personal safety. Only now through sheer strength of numbers did their collective voices grow loud enough to be finally heard...and begin dismantling the architecture that buttressed generational male powerbrokers atop celebrity’s hierarchy.In this context, Weinstein’s dramatic downfall seemed almost cinematic...The all-powerful studio head once feted at galas, now surreptitiously ducking from the limelight amid flashbulbs reserved only for court walks gripped firmly by NYPD officers hastening his perp-walk of shame. Continued denials of non-consensual encounters now hollow cries from a cell rather than strongman swagger barked from behind a robber-baron’s desk.Yet if rising allegations alone seemed fufillment of Greek tragedy, they were merely the first act in a more winding morality play still unspooling today. For in May 2018, Harvey Weinstein entered a plea of Not Guilty to a raft of sexual assault charges that could land him behind bars for life. The celluloid world held its breath awaiting sordid details prosecutors threatened would surface during courtroom arguments aimed at convicting the disgraced mogul as serial predator rather than legitimate ladies’ man.But before that dramatic trial even commenced, Weinstein orchestrated a headline-grabbing interview decrying his impropriety as misconstrued affection. There bristled hints of the ...
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    11 mins
  • OJ Simpson the juice is let loose
    Feb 29 2024
    O.J. Simpson: Fame, Race and Tragedy CollideOur journey begins on a June night some thirty years ago, when two lives would abruptly end and cast ripples through the American consciousness still visible today. Nicole Brown, the beautiful ex-wife of famed football legend O.J. Simpson, had just left her daughter’s dance recital on that fateful eve in the City of Angels. By her side was a friend and waiter named Ronald Goldman, a young chap of 25 years assisting Ms. Brown with some forgotten glasses for the evening’s performance.As Nicole Brown and Mr. Goldman arrived at her quaint Brentwood abode, they could not have foreseen the unspeakable violence soon to unfold. Within the hour, their promising lives would be cut short by a savage blades on that dark California night.When dawn broke the next morn, it brought a shocking revelation - Nicole Brown and Ronald Goldman lay slain just outside Ms. Brown’s door. A single bloody glove marked the tragedy’s gruesome signature. As word of the murders quickly spread, an eerie pall fell upon Los Angeles. Brentwood seemed an unlikely location for such brutality, nestled as it was amongst tidy rows of homes filled with families and children. Police swarmed the scene, tracing blood and collecting an array of forensic evidence. But one question loomed largest in the early hours - who could commit such a vicious and premeditated act?Suspicions soon turned toward O.J. Simpson - Nicole’s ex-husband and father to their two small children. Once the toast of football fans across the country who cheered his record-shattering runs, The Juice had transitioned effortlessly into a successful post-career persona equally at ease hawking rental cars as starring in Hollywood comedies. The public knew Simpson as a charismatic pitchman and likeable celebrity presence, forever smiling and genial despite personal troubles below the affable surface.Yet LAPD Detectives responding to Nicole Brown’s home on that grim morn knew a different side - the 911 calls she made complaining of Simpson’s abuse, the times officers had visited the residence to find Brown badly battered and bruised. And now emerging details from the ongoing investigation itself seemed to point the finger of suspicion ever more firmly toward Simpson - blood drops matching his DNA found near footprints exiting the murder scene, hair samples close by, a trail of blood leading back to his own Brentwood abode. As detectives began piecing together the tragic puzzle, they arrived at Mr. Simpson’s doorstep mere hours later seeking answers...and found still more clues. Bloody fingerprints on Simpson’s infamous White Ford Bronco. Blood spatters on the ground trailing back inside his house. And then the most damning find of that first day - a single bloody glove discarded on the estate grounds which seemed to match the glove left behind at the murder scene.Although O.J. Simpson was momentarily ruled out as a suspect owing to an apparent ironclad alibi, within three days a warrant had been issued for his arrest on two charges of brutal murder. The Juice was now a fleeing fugitive, with news footage transmitted coast-to-coast showing Simpson failing to surrender himself as promised. Instead, Simpson was riding in the back of a White Ford Bronco, allegedly holding a gun to his own head and contemplating self-inflicted demise as longtime friend Al Cowlings helmed the vehicle forward. Mesmerized television audiences watched helicopters trail the Bronco’s slow journey for nearly two hours before witnessing dozens of patrol cars surround the it to bring the bizarre motorcade to a halt. A heavily armed SWAT team swarmed, extracting Simpson who was promptly arrested and charged. In their hearts, much of white America had already condemned The Juice in their hearts. But for many African-Americans, questions lingered about the strange chase and whether Simpson was yet another Black celebrity unfairly targeted by police. Little did the nation know how those perceptions would soon collide in a Los Angeles courtroom.As Simpson’s phalanx of high-priced attorneys, derisively termed the “Dream Team” by some pundits, worked fervently to sow seeds of reasonable doubt before trial, Deputy District Attorneys Marcia Clark and Christopher Darden labored to build the strongest case possible. Their evidence remained substantial - blood traces from Nicole Brown and Ronald Goldman discovered on socks inside Simpson’s master bedroom. Blood matching Nicole mingled with Simpson’s blood inside his Bronco. And most damning, that lone bloody glove found on Simpson’s property constituting an exact match to the glove recovered at the crime scene itself. In total Mr. Simpson’s genetic markers were tied to over a dozen blood drops throughout the area along Bundy Drive where the gruesome murders unfolded.Finally in January 1995, the trial itself commenced with Judge Lance Ito presiding. Ito emerged as an unstable fulcrum attempting to ...
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    12 mins