Or at the very least, allow him to run a studio from his prison cell. The moviegoing public needs it. They should demand it. They should riot for it! Otherwise, horribly written and directed films like Peppermint will continue to be churned out by idiots at studios who either don't read, can't read, or have no time to read any scripts they produce. You might not agree with Mr. Weinstein's methods of courting women, but you can't argue that most of his films are freakin' awesome.
Review of Peppermint
