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There are artists whose films I simply refuse to pay to see. Until recently, the one I missed the most was Woody Allen. I loved his work. Perceptive, sharp. Romantic but wise. Funny and touching. He is a brilliant film maker and writer, and an abysmal human being. Forget the allegations Mia Farrow made about him molesting their little girl. Just look at what he admitted to: he seduced his lover's daughter ... he romanced the sister of his son and daughter. He destroyed a family, just because he was horny. I refuse to put money in this man's pocket.

And I feel betrayed because I enjoyed Woody Allen so very much.

Now we know that Kevin Spacey has a dark, dark side. Entertaining, clever and so very versatile. (Who else could quote both Bobby Darin song lyrics and Hamlet's soliloquy in the same conversation?) From the time I saw him in Glengarry Glen Ross, way back in 1992, when he told Alan Arkin to "go to lunch," I've never seen him give a bad performance.

But it turns out he is a very bad man. Again, as with Woody, I am basing this not on the allegations but on the admitted fact. He responded to charges that he tried to compromise a minor by first blaming booze and then coming out the closet. Really? Like alcoholic = pedophile, or homosexual = pedophile? No, Mr. Spacey, the only thing that equals pedophile is pedophile.

I'm done with Kevin Spacey, but it makes me sad.

Why does God bestow such extravagant gifts on such unworthy people?