Quote by Harvey Weinstein

We didn't care if we were well-liked as long as the movies were good. We served the movie - that was our master at Miramax. In our second incarnation, the movie is still the master but we're getting the same results in more subtle ways.


We didn't care if we were well-liked as long as the movies w

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This quote emphasizes the primary focus of Miramax, a film production company. The speaker states that their main concern was not about being well-liked, but about producing high-quality movies. They prioritize serving the movie itself, ensuring that it reaches its potential. In their current iteration, they continue to prioritize the movie but with more nuanced approaches. The quote suggests that although their methods may have changed, their commitment to producing exceptional films remains the same.

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By Harvey Weinstein
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