One thing Hollywood has gotten right is how it perfectly celebrates diversity. In whom its most notable creepers prey upon. Move aside, ladies, it’s the gentlemen’s turn. Kevin Spacey only has eyes for dicks. Especially ones he cannot have.
In 2003, when filmmaker Tony Montana was just in his 30s, visions of Hollywood Walk of Fame stars dancing in his head, he was sitting bar side. In walks future fictional President Frances Underwood (Kevin Spacey). Spacey reached for that which didn’t belong to him, using all the charisma and subtlety of a lesbian’s giant strap-on:
“I went up to order a drink and Kevin came up to me and put his arm around me,” Montana told Radar. “He was telling me to come with him, to leave the bar. He put his hand on my crotch forcefully and grabbed my whole package.”
Montana claimed a seemingly intoxicated Spacey, 58, then said to him, “This designates ownership.”
Okay. So that’s borderline inappropriate behavior. Hold the “borderline.”
Before some bros out there start claiming they’d “Punch him the face!” just read on. Not everything is as black and white as the movies in which these perverts appear. Unless you have personal experience with an A-List actor grabbing you by the tallywhacker, you don’t actually know what you would have done.
Bet you’ll never watch American Beauty the same way.
“I put my hand down and turned his thumb back to get his hand off it,” Montana said. “I paid for my drink and got away from him.” But the alleged incident didn’t end there, as Spacey then followed him to the restroom.
“I backed him out the door and I pushed him,” he said. “One of his friends was in line and I said, ‘It’s time to take your boy home. ‘They all ended up leaving.’”
“I never talked to anyone about it except for therapists. I had PTSD for six months after. It was an emasculating thing for someone to do to me. Whenever I went to the bar I would see if he was there or have my back against the wall.”
Now, to the points. Again, before anyone out there yells “JUST DECK HIM IN THE GAY KISSER” stop. This happened in a public place. Kevin Spacey has far more clout than Tony Montana. I bet you haven’t heard of Montana until just three minutes ago. But Kevin Spacey?
If Montana had smacked Spacey around, who would’ve been arrested? Other than his word against Spacey’s, what would Montana have to say for himself for assaulting Spacey? That a famous actor groped him? Now we have “gay shaming” no? And if Spacey had his posse in tow, would they have vouched for Spacey or Montana? Uh huh.
We’re seeing a clear pattern: where there’s one, there’s many. That seems to be what it takes to out these sex perverts. Someone throws the first stone (or maybe in this case, a butt plug), then everyone else who’s been keeping rocks tucked safely behind their backs feels brave enough to come forward. Because until someone throws the first rock, until there’s a promise of an army behind them, it’s one powerful person against lesser “nobodies.” Seems to me all one of these perverts has to do is claim “slander” or “libel” and destroy an accuser’s life. But that’s much harder to do when a group of people come forward.
Who will fall next?