The Guardian gives Harvey Weinstein a chance to pound his chest and show that underneath the bravado, he's a man who likes a good cry in a Weinstein-penned article about Miramax release, Cold Mountain:

In the early 1990s, I sat down to watch a movie that my company had just missed out on acquiring. Now, I know what my reputation is - I read the papers. I'm the supposed tough guy of the movie business. So I as sat watching this film, drenched in tears, I thought: uh-oh, if anyone sees me like this, it's not going to be good for my image.


then promptly has his fellow moviegoers "taken care of" and then fired his acquisition team for not getting the film in question, Truly, Madly, Deeply (directed by Cold Mountain Anthony Minghella). The article is a clear move to remind British BAFTA and Oscar voters that Cold Mountain was a labor of love, rather than a labor to sit through, unless you play a "How much make-up is Nicole wearing during the Civil War?" type drinking game.

Actually, Gothamist likes Weinstein's tubthumping and outreach ideas. Anyone who can make Todd Haynes and M. Night Shymalan cry must be talented.