Birds of a feather they say...
Brett Ratner. The guy who got accused of sexual misconduct by six women in 2017. Six. That's not a rumour, that's not one bitter ex — that's six women, including Olivia Munn, saying this merkin forced himself on them. Natasha Henstridge said he physically forced her to perform oral sex. That's rape. That's not a grey area. That's rape.
So what happens? He disappears for nearly a decade. Moves to Israel. Hangs out with Netanyahu. Thinks he's in the clear.
And then, and this is the beautiful part, the Trumps come knocking. They need someone to direct a $40 million vanity documentary about Melania. A propaganda piece. And out of every director on the planet, they pick THIS guy. The guy with six sexual misconduct accusations. They pick the one director in Hollywood who got run out of the industry for being a sexual predator and say "yeah, nah, he's perfect for our film about the First Lady."
And NOW, just days after the film drops, Brett Ratner shows up in the Epstein files. Photos released by the Department of Justice. Him, sitting on a couch with Jeffrey f**king Epstein, arms wrapped around a young woman. There are 15 photos of him in the files. Fifteen.
And the Trumps want you to believe they had nothing to do with Epstein? They just handed their wife's image, their brand, to a man who's photographed lounging with the most infamous sex trafficker in modern history.
$40 million. For a film. That barely made a f**king dollar at the box office. Theatres already cancelled screenings. The whole country of South Africa pulled it.
But Melania still got her $28 million. Guaranteed. Regardless of how it performed.
That's not filmmaking. That's a payday. And Brett Ratner was the perfect guy to deliver it, because he's got no leverage, no reputation left, and absolutely no reason to say no.