“Name names!” “These actresses need to name names or shut up!” Ok. How about Olivan Munn naming Brett Ratner? Because she did, along with five other women.
Not long after Munn arrived on the Santa Monica set in 2004, she said, she was asked to drop some food off in Ratner’s trailer as a favor. She said she was assured that the director would not be there.
Munn entered Ratner’s trailer and quickly placed the food on a table. She said she was startled to find him inside. She tried to make a quick exit, but Ratner implored her not to leave.
“He walked out … with his belly sticking out, no pants on, shrimp cocktail in one hand and he was furiously masturbating in the other,” Munn said. “And before I literally could even figure out where to escape or where to look, he ejaculated.”
Munn said she let out a “startled scream” and raced out of the trailer. She said she immediately told the man who had asked her to deliver the food. His reaction? “It wasn’t a shock. It wasn’t surprise,” Munn recalled. “It was just, ‘Ugh, sorry about that.’”
Yeah, well, why is she only speaking up now? She should have–
Munn said she left the set and called her sister, Sara Potts, who urged her to speak with a lawyer. Potts confirmed Munn’s account.
The attorney dissuaded her from going up against a powerful director as a fledgling actress, so she did nothing.
Every day is someone new (see Did Family Guy Warn Us About Kevin Spacey in 2005? and Yet ANOTHER Hollywood Scandal. Jeremy Piven Accused of Inappropriate Behavior). Does that make people automatically guilty, of course not. Piven for example has forcefully denied everything. He doesn’t have homosexuality to fall back on, like Kevin Spacey. Someone get a fainting pillow, stat. Make sure there’s a penis on it.
But here’s the problem: sexual harassment seems to be a widespread and known problem in Hollywood. An “open secret” in the industry. Because we see a lot of “it wasn’t a shock” somewhere in story. Like Ratner did this stuff all the time and you should just shut up about it. Sleazefest 2017: Director’s Jizz. It’s a working title. We’re shopping it to the Hallmark Channel. Casting call is out for basement-dwelling apes to play the directors. The grosser the better. Get off OKCupid.com, get on screen.
Looks like names are finally are being named, no? Say hello to consequences, Brett Ratner.
Who’s next to fall?