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Harvey Does Not Wear Pajamas

March 14, 2018

Published in El Periódico
(Spain) on 4 March 2018
by Ramón de España (link to original link to original)

Translated from by Maria Vaquero. Edited by Helaine Schweitzer.

Some may find the brilliant idea of placing a golden statue of a man in pajamas and a dressing gown representing the disgraced Harvey Weinstein 500 meters (approximately 1,640 feet) from the Dolby Theater, where the Oscar ceremony is celebrated, to be great. Surely all of the Hollywood figures — some of them, no doubt, will have done worse things than the famous handsy head of the Weinstein Company — applaud the initiative of the artists Plastic Jesus, a kind of Banksy who specializes in urban interventions related to the world of cinema, and Joshua Ginger Monroe, a conceptual artist dedicated to installations. Both artists on this occasion have replaced their usual nemesis, Donald Trump, with the lustful producer, and these people recognize a good scapegoat when they see it. Joining the general lynching of somebody else is a good way to go unnoticed and not be looked at.

Personally, this entire matter brings me back to the popular Spanish saying, “a moro muerto, gran lanzada” (to kick someone when he is down). When Harvey had something to say, or really quite a lot to say, in Hollywood, no one dared mumble about his deplorable sexual habits. Now that he is a pariah, anyone can beat him up, and in addition, look like a progressive model citizen. The art piece, located at Hollywood Boulevard and La Brea Avenue, allows the wayfarer to sit down on Weinstein’s couch, and maybe insult or hit him for a few coins, like in Forges cartoons, and wanting to do justice, they get to savage a guy who has made a right mess of things, something that does not seem to me an example of Christian charity.

To make things worse, the statue is not faithful to the original subject. We all know that the one person who spent his entire life dressed in pajamas and a dressing gown was Hugh Hefner, the creator of Playboy magazine, an erotomaniac gentleman who had nothing to do with the filthy Weinstein. Harvey was one of these men who wore a bathrobe nude, conveniently opened to expose an erection. That would have been a proper representation of this individual, but then a self-righteous Hollywood would not have approved the art piece by Plastic Jesus and his compadre. I would propose to them that they use my idea of making another status of someone with the countenance of Weinstein like Dominique Strauss-Kahn, and foist it on the International Monetary Fund, which could install it in a prominent place at its headquarters.

Puede que a muchos les parezca genial la brillante idea de colocar a 500 metros del teatro Dolby, donde se celebra la ceremonia de los Oscars, una estatua dorada de un señor en pijama y batín que representa al caído en desgracia Harvey Weinstein. Seguro que todos los figurones de Hollywood -algunos de los cuales, no lo duden, habrán hecho cosas peores que el célebre sobón de The Weinstein Company- aplauden la iniciativa de los artistas Plastic Jesus -una especie de Banksy especializado en intervenciones urbanas relacionadas con el mundo del cine- y Joshua Ginger Monroe -artista conceptual dedicado a las instalaciones-, quienes, en esta ocasión, han sustituido a su Némesis habitual, Donald Trump, por el rijoso productor, y es que esa gente reconoce un buen chivo expiatorio cuando lo ve, y sumarse al linchamiento general de otro siempre es una buena manera de pasar desapercibido y que no se fijen en uno.

A mí, todo este asunto me remite al famoso dicho español "A moro muerto, gran lanzada". Cuando Harvey pintaba algo -o más bien mucho- en Hollywood, nadie se atrevía a chistar sobre sus deplorables costumbres sexuales; ahora que es un paria, cualquiera puede zurrarle y, además, quedar como un ciudadano ejemplar y progresista. La pieza, situada en la esquina de la avenida La Brea con Hollywood Boulevard, permite sentarse al viandante en el sofá de Weinstein, y puede que tal vez insultarle o pegarle por unas monedas, como en los chistes de Forges, y queriendo hacer justicia, solo consigue cebarse con un sujeto que se ha caído con todo el equipo, lo cual no me parece precisamente un ejemplo de caridad cristiana.

Para colmo, la estatua no es fiel al original. Todos sabemos que el que se pasaba la vida en pijama y batín era Hugh Hefner, el creador de 'Playboy', un gentleman erotómano sin nada que ver con el cochino de Weinstein. Harvey era de los de albornoz sobre la piel, convenientemente abierto para exponer el miembro enhiesto. Ésa habría sido la representación adecuada del interfecto, pero entonces el Hollywood biempensante no habría visto con tan buenos ojos la pieza de Plastic Jesus y su compadre, a quienes propongo que lleven a cabo mi idea con alguien de la catadura de Weinstein, Dominique Strauss-Kahn, y le endilguen la obra al FMI para que la coloque en un sitio visible de su sede.

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