A biographical play about famed American architect Frank Lloyd Wright is being performed in Chicago. The Chicago Tribune has this article, which delves into the issues raised by the play: namely how do we celebrate the work of a man who was so reprehensible in his personal life.

Does Wright’s art justify his life? Or do we have to set aside his skyscraper-size flaws and ignore the irony that this maker of idyllic homes seemed hell-bent on destroying the domestic tranquility that once existed in his own house?

Consider this conundrum in relation to Mel Gibson and the reviews coming in for his new movie Apocalypto.