Couldn't resist that one.
Been meaning to write something about the schermozzle surrounding the Ender's Game film adaptation and the raging tizz some folk have worked themselves into because Orson Scott Card has expressed some douchey opinions on teh gayz.
I haven't read the book, but will probably see the film or at least rent it because sci-fi. Couldn't care less about Card and boycotting the movie won't cost him a single dollar. He's already been paid. The money drops on the first day of principal photography in these deals, not when the movie comes out, or when the accountants say it's turned a profit.
In Hollywood tax math no movie ever turns a profit. Ever. That's why you get your dough up front if your agent is worth their 15%.
I could spend a whole heap of time thinking through a rational response to the boycott call, but John Scalzi has already done it at his blog. Whole thing is here. But the hero pars are:
If your conscience tells you to boycott or avoid the film because of Card’s positions on the rights of gays and lesbians, then, you know, do it. Card is entitled to speak his mind on gays and lesbians and same-sex marriage. You are equally entitled, on the basis of that speech and his political efforts, to decide not to support him or a film based on his work. That’s entirely fair.
In a larger sense, look: Art originates from people. People have opinions and thoughts and actions, many of which are largely unrelated to their art. In learning about those largely unrelated opinions, thoughts and actions, you may find some of them, some the people they are coming out of, offensive, obnoxious, insulting or even dangerous. They may eventually keep you from being able to enjoy the art these people produce.
When and if that happens, that’s fine. If it doesn’t happen — if you can totally divorce the art from the human who created it — that’s fine, too.
There are lots of creators, be they writers, film makers, game devs, whatever, you would surely fucking hate if you ever met. Often the gifts that make someone worth following as an artist double as very good reasons why you wouldn't invite them to dinner. Except for me, of course. I'm lovely.