Roman Polanski's cat lauds the jury's decision today against Vanity Fair

So much for conventional wisdom, I suppose. Contrary to the scorecard The Reeler had so painstakingly tabulated on Wednesday, kid-fucking filmmaker Roman Polanski snatched victory from the jaws of defeat when a jury found that Vanity Fair had libeled him in a 2002 article.

The British jurors awarded Polanski $87,500 in damages, which he claims is a victory despite incurring legal costs that exceeded four times that amount. A small price to pay, Polanksi assures us, to see that his name is, um, cleared--although visiting London to testify and have sex with all of that city's teenagers would have most certainly meant extradiiton to the United States and hard time for statutory rape he confessed to in 1978.

Meanwhile, bloodied and bowed VF editor Graydon Carter got in one last jab after the bell rung:

"As a father of four children, one of them a 12-year-old daughter, I find it ... outrageous that this story is considered defamatory given the fact that Mr. Polanski cannot be here because he slept with a 13-year-old girl a quarter of a century ago. Nevertheless, it's interesting to see how the wheels of British justice move. I wish Mr. Polanski well."

Yeah, Graydon, well... I guess that is what Mia Farrow and the famous bloody-kitten defense get you these days. Now everyone will use it.


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