Disgraced creators old-style onrushes proved ineffective after casualties spoke in the landmark #MeToo trial
When the end came, there was no walking made to lean on for Harvey Weinstein. As he was produced away to deplete the first of what promises to be many lights in a jail cell, he had to hobble along unaided with his arms handcuffed before him.
For the seven long weeks of his contest, the disgraced movie mogul had begun every day trundling into law behind his loyal mark walker, with its incongruous fittings of two yellow-bellied tennis projectiles glued to its legs.
There was much speculation among court reporters about what it all meant- was this a classic cinematic stroke by the master producer of Pulp Fiction and The English Patient designed to stir sympathy among the jurors? Or was it, more prosaically, a sincere look of physical anguish from a being who recently underwent back surgery?
Either way, as soon as Weinstein, 67, recruited field and accommodated himself at the protection counter, any clues of vulnerability ended in the chilly courtroom air.
Day after epoch, he was surrounded by his luxuriously-appareled and no doubt similarly lavishly-paid team of defense lawyers attending to his every whim. It was as though he was not in law, so much as propping law, in an outpost of his once acclaimed( and now sold) Tribeca film offices.
Much attention has been paid in the course of these weeks to the figure of Donna Rotunno, the defendant’s larger than life and enormously outspoken bos defense lawyer. She spent the contest strutting in front of the jury as though she were in a throwback to the 1970 s, castigating the two main accusers for the choices they did in its relationships with the movie boss.
The clear implication of her cross-examinations was that when they acquired Weinstein’s invitation to come up to his SoHo apartment, or to his midtown Manhattan hotel room, it was at least partially their demerit that he then went on to sexually criticize them.
” You were manipulating Mr Weinstein so you’d get invited to fancy gatherings, remedy? You wanted to use his capability, correct ?”, Rotunno said as she pummeled a key witness.
But the many squats that she and her peers comprised around the defendant at his table concludes that if Rotunno were the messenger, Weinstein firmly dictated the sense. When she grilled one of the two main accusers- a woman the Guardian has not identified because her pleases over identification are not clear- so harshly over so many hours that the witness burst into uncontrollable sobbing, that was the product of a strategy that Weinstein had laid down personally years ago.