Dustin Hoffman Accused of Sexually Harassing Broadway Co-Star
The accusations against Dustin Hoffman just keep piling up. Seems as though Bernie Focker is a bona fide perv-boy who can't keep his mitts to himself. Just ask Kathryn Rossetter. She co-starred with Hoffman in "Death of a Salesman."
One night in Chicago, I felt his hand up under my slip on the inside of my thighs. I was completely surprised and tried to bat him away while watching the stage for my cues.
One night he actually started to stick his fingers inside me. Night after night I went home and cried. I withdrew and got depressed and did not have any good interpersonal relationships with the cast.
The groping continued. After the shows at parties, whenever he had a picture taken with me, he would put his arm around my rib cage and then grab my breast just before they snapped the picture and then remove it. He was very skilled at dropping his hand just as the picture snapped to avoid it being recorded. But it was pre-digital. You didn’t know what was there until they were developed. Only by luck do I have one such picture — where the camera caught him in the act. A picture I had taken with hopes of sending it to my family. A millisecond in time. There I am — big smile and my arm moving toward his with the intention to push it away. But caught as it is, it seems I’m complicit with the gesture. I was not. Not ever.
Here's the photo she's talking about. Hoffman, with his tiny dwarf hand latched upon her bosom.
So Dusty, can you say "busted?"
You're probably wondering how this skeeviness went on for so long. Easy. Up until Harvey the Hutt's dirty deeds came to light, Hollywood's top brass defended thespians like little Dusty to the end. "Never mind the rampant copping of feels, he starred in The Graduate that one time." Gropery excused.
We've heard these stories over and over again, but this is one of the first times where there's tangible evidence to back up a claim. Not something ol' Captain Hook here was hoping for.
The only question now? When does Dustin join Harv and Kev at the perv-boy resort for anti-chesticle-grabbing therapy. I bet he's packing his bags as we speak.