Harvey Weinstein, Hollywood’s Oldest Horror Story<br />When David Carr wrote about “The Emperor Miramaximus” in 2001 for New York magazine — several years after the unpleasant experience Paltrow described for the first time this past week to The Times — he quoted her saying: “I think<br />that for every bad story you hear about Harvey, there are three great ones.<br />It makes your head explode if you think of the inability to explode the male network.”<br />Min said that although The Hollywood Reporter tried to get the goods on “that looming, ominous, bellicose force” named Harvey for many years — “we had white boards full of names of women”<br />— he was a master at protecting himself, just as Hugh Hefner was, by the veneer of power he cultivated, by giving to liberal causes and cultivating friends in the media and politics.<br />Others whom Weinstein asked to give him a massage in his hotel suite refused<br />but continued to collaborate, like Gwyneth Paltrow, who put aside qualms to become “the first lady of Miramax.”<br />Every weekday, get thought-provoking commentary from Op-Ed columnists, the Times editorial board and contributing writers from around the world.<br />for helping America get through the Depression — was taken to the office of Arthur Freed, an associate producer on “The Wizard of Oz.”<br />After telling her that she would have to get rid of her baby fat, Freed abruptly stood up and pulled out his penis.
