Harvey Weinstein slams accuser Gwyneth Paltrow as nepo baby, says friendship ended in feud over her brother
Accused serial rapist Harvey Weinstein has slammed his Miramax studios' one-time golden girl, Gwyneth Paltrow — with whom he made 11 films including one that won her an Oscar — as a privileged nepo baby who made up a story about him sexually harassing her.
In a new video interview out Tuesday with conservative commentator Candace Owens, Weinstein admitted he 'definitely made a pass' at Paltrow when they met years ago to discuss her starring in 1996's 'Emma,' but described it as a one-time, almost harmless gesture.
'It's a complete fabrication, you know, about my relationship with Gwyneth,' Weinstein told Owens. 'I didn't put my hands on her. I didn't touch her.'
9 Gwyneth Paltrow and Harvey Weinstein embraced at the 1999 Oscars. The duo made 11 films together through his Miramax company.
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9 Gwyneth Paltrow won the Best Actress Oscar in 1999 for 'Shakespeare in Love.'
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In 2017, Paltrow claimed to the New York Times that, during the meeting at the Peninsula Beverly Hills hotel, Weinstein put his hands on her and suggested they go to the bedroom for massages.
'I was a kid, I was signed up, I was petrified,' she said.
Weinstein admitted to Owens that, at the end of the meeting, he and Paltrow had a glass of champagne.
'As I was walking out the door, I said to her, 'I'd love you to give me a massage … ' he said. 'And that was it. I didn't put my hand on her. I didn't touch her. I definitely made a pass, I guess you know you could call it that. But that was the sum total of that situation.'
9 Weinstein said Brad Pitt was 'very manly, very cool' when he told the producer not to hit on Paltrow again.
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9 Gwyneth Paltrow and Brad Pitt were Hollywood's It couple during their relationship which ran from 1994 to 199.
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Weinstein confirmed previous reports that Brad Pitt, Paltrow's boyfriend at the time, called him, at Paltrow's request.
'She did have Brad call me and Brad, very manly, very cool, just said 'Don't do that again,'' Weinstein said.
He said Paltrow, of all people, did not fit the image of a starlet without agency.
9 Accused serial rapist Harvey Weinstein spoke to conservative commentator Candace Owens about how he's felt railroaded by prosecutors and lied about by old friends and colleagues like Gwyneth Paltrow.
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'She's the daughter of a wealthy TV producer [Bruce Paltrow], a great man, and Blythe Danner, a great actress, with Steven Spielberg as her godfather,' Weinstein said. 'She doesn't have to do… She could have just said, 'Harvey asked me for a massage. I'm never working for him again.''
He sounded outraged that Paltrow could turn on him.
'We made 11 films together, classic films, 'Shakespeare in Love,' 'Talented Mr. Ripley,' 'Sliding Doors,' just so many great movies and such a great partnership,' he said.
9 Paltrow with her parents, actress Blythe Danner and the late Bruce Paltrow, and younger brother Jake in 1991. Weinstein claimed his relationship with Paltrow soured over a script involving Jake.
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'And now I heard that she thought the relationship was abusive. Anybody who was there, who witnessed that relationship … there's pictures of her hugging me when … I was sick and in the hospital and didn't think I was gonna make it in 1999.'
Weinstein suggested that things soured between him and Paltow around 2002 when he bought the rights to Donna Tartt's 1992 novel, 'The Secret History,' for $800,000 and hired Gwyneth's brother Jake to direct.
'I love that book, I love Donna Tartt's writing,' Weinstein told Owens. 'And, I read the script that they wrote, and I didn't like that at all. And I called Donna Tartt, I said, 'Do you like this?' And she goes, 'No'…'
9 Weinstein said Woody Allen did him a favor by releasing Paltrow from a movie so she could instead film 1996's 'Emma.'
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He then opted not to renew the option on the book — and told Owens he believes that is what caused Paltrow's wrath.
'Over her brother is where we had our disagreement,' Weinstein said. 'And I think she held it against me … but I did many things for her and she did many things for me. And this was just a bridge too far. And losing $800,000, I thought that's favor enough, you know, on the situation.'
He also said that Woody Allen did him and Paltrow 'a real favor' by letting the actress out of the movie 'Everyone Says I Love You' — instead subbing in Drew Barrymore 'so Gwyneth could play Emma' in 'Emma,' the 1996 Jane Austen adaptation that was Paltrow's big breakthrough.
At present, Weinstein is in the middle of a retrial in his New York rape case after his conviction was overturned in April 2024. In 2022, he was found guilty of rape and sexual assault in Los Angeles and is now serving a 16-year sentence based on that conviction.
9 Paltrow, Weinstein and Cameron Diaz at a Miramax party for the 1999 Golden Globes.
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9 Madonna, Weinstein and Paltrow at an after party for the Golden Globes in 1998.
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Weinstein has pleaded not guilty and faces up to 25 years behind bars if convicted in his retrial.
The former producer claimed he has been railroaded as a result of the #MeToo-era sexual assault charges against him.
'They broke me,' he told Owens tearfully. 'They broke me in half.'
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