With Kevin Spacey fronting a Boston court, he does so in the midst of another trial – having to convince the made-up minds and hardened hearts of the court of public opinion.
As the stuffiest of suits and the most powered of wigs state, no-one is truly guilty until they’ve been found guilty. Which brings me to Kevin Spacey. Overnight, he fronted a Nantucket court to formally state that he was innocent and that the charges against him, were spurious. According to Kev’s counsel, he certainly did not ply an 18-year-old busboy with booze and later sexually assaulted him.
During the procession, Kevin Spacey did not speak, which was sound legal advice. But today’s curio means little in the greater zeitgeist. Despite it being eight days old, 2019 has been a rather odd bird. This is especially true in Spacey’s case, as he once more wore the skin of the man he was no longer allowed to, fictional President Frank Underwood, to explain his station in meta terms, and proclaim objective truth through manufactured subjective fiction.
In the video, which is below, Frank/Kevin makes it clear that he was “…certainly not going to pay the price for the thing I didn’t do.”
More to that point, Underwood seems an odd choice to protest his innocence. Obviously, it was the character that was directly banished as a direct result of sexual allegations of this ilk, but Underwood is a fairly poor character reference to elevate. To Frank, the ends always justify the means, he murders a dog in the first fifteen seconds in order to illustrate the righteousness of his bent value system. As for Spacey, the video plays to his strengths, he knows he can/has got us with his characterisations, so in the application of the method, we’d believe this madness.
I mean, he’d probably win us over with by putting Gwyneth’s head in a cardboard box, but we’re not buying it. Our minds are made up.
I’m not saying that Kevin did any of those things, but Spacey is subject to two trials. Like Weinstein, or Cosby before him, his fight is within the courtroom and outside it. Two judges preside this case. The one the gavel, and the one with the keyboard.
If he’s found guilty, he faces five years in the lockup. Outcome aside, Spacey’s career is certainly done. This ramshackle Bostonian court he hopes to be vindicated by is not Lourdes, as I fear the mud that has stuck, either legitimately or illegitimately, and will remain deep in the pores of the actor we knew, glued by the disappointment we felt, and the assumptions we’ve built.