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The plot had now taken an unexpected twist because Dylan was no longer seven but a grown woman of thirty-plus. Mind you, I have not been allowed to see her, speak to her, or correspond with her for twenty-three years. Everything she has heard about me since barely turning seven has been taught to her by Mia.
Not only did my fellow actors boycott me, Amazon breached my contract and didn’t want to work with me. Schools stopped giving courses on my films. I was cut out of a documentary about the Carlyle Hotel. I was cut out of a series on poetry by PBS.
must say I was disappointed by the reaction of the New York Times. I guess because I grew up loving the paper, looking forward to reading it over breakfast every morning, and being proud of their rational humane courage. Anyhow, the Times was very much against me, clearly buying into the notion that I had abused my daughter. It was one thing when silly actors and actresses would pop up and mindlessly trumpet that they regretted working with me, but the Times, I felt, consisting of serious men and women very much on the right side of issues I cared about, certainly surprised me. And yet, over
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I believe if Dylan and Mia recanted today and said the whole thing was one big practical joke, there would still be many who would cling to the notion that I abused Dylan.
Not that it was a bad story—it was a good one—but I’d be playing an iconic film director who once either molested a child or was accused of it, and the director has a too close relationship with his daughter.
I regret I had to devote so much space to the false accusation against me, but the whole situation was grist for the writers’ mill and added a fascinating element of drama to a life otherwise pretty routine.
Rather than live on in the hearts and mind of the public, I prefer to live on in my apartment.
