This month at the Oscars, Annabella Sciorra stood onstage, arms stiff at her sides, and exhaled. “It’s nice to see you all again – it’s been awhile,” she said, the words tumbling out in a rush. The last part was an understatement. The Academy Awards were Sciorra’s first major Hollywood appearance since alleging that Harvey Weinstein raped her in the early 90s. But really, she’d been out of the spotlight for decades, the bright star of Jungle Fever and The Hand That Rocks the Cradle mysteriously snuffed out.
Not so mysterious anymore. After the attack, she said she didn’t work for three years. When she returned to the movies, Weinstein reappeared, too, reportedly pounding on her hotel door on several nights over the next several years, once in his underwear clutching a bottle of baby oil. She knew he was destroying her career. Two decades later, everyone in the Dolby Theater also knew, along with the millions more watching the Oscars at home.
A woman in the audience yelled, “We love you!” Sciorra finally smiled. The curse was broken. For real. Ten days after the awards, Netflix announced they’d picked Sciorra for a plum role as the lead villain in the second season of Marvel’s Luke Cage.
For the last six months, we’ve watched Hollywood fall apart. Or rather, we’ve finally seen the cracks that allowed men like Weinstein to sweep away women’s careers. Now, we’re gauging how it puts itself back together – and it won’t be stable until the women he attempted to destroy are put back in place (Weinstein’s spokesman says he has “unequivocally denied … any allegations of nonconsensual sex”).