She was only 16-years-old when her affair with the 41-year-old Woody Allen began in 1976. He knew she was still in high school, and she knew he was a famous filmmaker and Hollywood legend. What she didn’t know is how long her alleged affair with the pedophile would last, or that his future wife and mother of his children would later become part of a threesome with the young aspiring model and Woody Allen.

As Ronan Farrow, the son of Mia Farrow and Woody Allen, sat across from CNN host, Andersen Cooper, to discuss hush payments allegedly made by Trump’s attorneys to consenting adult women, he likely had no idea that in three days, both of his parents were going to be caught up in a disgusting sex scandal that would rock Hollywood. Ronan Farrow made his mark in journalism when he broke the Harvey Weinstein sexual assault story. Farrow then disgraced himself with an embarrassing attempt to jump on the media’s manufactured smear campaign of then-Judge Brett Kavanaugh. The National Review slammed Farrow for his irresponsible “reporting,” equating it to “high school gossip.”

At The New Yorker, Ronan Farrow ties himself and his reputation to another preposterous Jane Mayer effort, and thereby continues what has been a baffling self-immolation. One might have thought that, after the rank embarrassment that was the pair’s last foray into this topic, Mayer’s editors would have insisted upon some new standards. Alas, there are none to be seen within a mile of this story. As was the case last time around, Mayer and Farrow tell an interesting tale, and then admit openly that there is no evidence for it.

If Farrow’s looking to redeem his reputation by making President Trump his next target, he’s likely going to be very disappointed.  There’s a big difference between consenting sex with two adults, and rape, or in the case of his father, Woody Allen, a long-term affair with a young woman that started when she was only a teenager.

Here’s the not credible Ronan Farrow’s CNN interview, where he smugly insists that Trump is guilty of a crime for making hush payments to adult, consenting women.

From the Hollywood Reporter:

Sixteen, emerald-eyed, blond, an aspiring model with a confident streak and a painful past: Babi Christina Engelhardt had just caught Woody Allen’s gaze at legendary New York City power restaurant Elaine’s. It was October 1976, and when Engelhardt returned from the ladies’ room, she dropped a note on his table with her phone number. It brazenly read: “Since you’ve signed enough autographs, here’s mine!”

Courtesy of Christina Engelhardt A modeling portfolio shot of Engelhardt in 1977, the year after she began her relationship with Allen.

Soon, Allen rang, inviting her to his Fifth Avenue penthouse. The already-famous 41-year-old director, still hot off Sleeper and who’d release Annie Hall the following spring, never asked her age. But she told him she was still in high school, living with her family in rural New Jersey as she pursued her modeling ambitions in Manhattan. Within weeks, they’d become physically intimate at his place. She wouldn’t turn 17, legal in New York, until that December.

The pair embarked on, by her account, a clandestine romance of eight years, the claustrophobic, controlling and yet dreamy dimensions of which she’s still processing more than four decades later. For her, the recent re-examination of gender power dynamics initiated by the #MeToo movement (and Allen’s personal scandals, including a claim of sexual abuse by his adopted daughter Dylan Farrow) has turned what had been a melancholic if still sweet memory into something much more uncomfortable. Like others among her generation — she just turned 59 on Dec. 4 — Engelhardt is resistant to attempts to have the life she led then be judged by what she considers today’s newly established norms. “It’s almost as if I’m now expected to trash him,” she says.

Courtesy of Christina Engelhardt. Engelhardt’s headshot at age 16, the age at which she met Allen.

By Engelhardt’s recollection, about a year into the relationship, Allen occasionally began bringing in two other “beautiful young ladies” for threesomes. Engelhardt says she had experimented with bisexuality and at times found the experiences with Allen “interesting — a ’70s exploration,” she says.

But she felt differently when, after they’d been sleeping together for four years, Allen beamingly announced that he wanted to introduce her to his new “girlfriend.” (Engelhardt had presumed she was the girlfriend.) It turned out to be Mia Farrow, who was 14 years older and already famous for Rosemary’s Baby and The Great Gatsby.

Despite the initial shock of jealousy, Engelhardt says she grew to like Farrow over the course of the “handful” of three-way sex sessions that followed at Allen’s penthouse as they smoked joints and bonded over a shared fondness for animals. (“When Mia was there, we’d talk about astrology, and Woody was forced to listen,” she laughs.) Engelhardt writes in her manuscript, “There were times the three of us were together, and it was actually great fun. We enjoyed each other when we were in the moment. She was beautiful and sweet, he was charming and alluring, and I was sexy and becoming more and more sophisticated in this game. It wasn’t until after it was done when I really had time to think of how twisted it was when we were together … and how I was little more than a plaything.” She continues, “While we were together, the whole thing was a game that was being operated solely by Woody so we never quite knew where we stood.”

Perhaps Ronan’s been looking in all the wrong places for his next sex scandal, when all along, it was literally right in front of him…


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