Based upon the reviews, title, & blurbs, I expected a drill down into the tensions between brilliant creative art (in all forms but especially film) and artists (actors, directors, producers etc.) who commit horrible acts, espouse repugnant views, and commit sex crimes.

Many women especially, struggle with the question of what is the morally correct stance.

While this was introduced as a subject it was far more and author's memoir than the philosophical practical answer of what do we do with such masterpieces of work but not reward horrid people.

She did name some films that are true conundrums. Brilliant works like Rosemary's Baby, Chinatown, The Pianist by Polanski but the fact he is a convicted rapist of a minor, survivor of the holocaust, and widower of Sharon Tate.

This book was such a disappointment and could have benefitted from a good editor.