This is so scary.
[Image via Joel Ginsburg/WENN.]
She finally says something!
But Woody's friend Diane Keaton had yet to weigh in.
In the NYT piece, Dylan wrote:
"You knew me when I was a little girl, Diane Keaton. Have you forgotten me?"
"Oh, well, yes. I love him.”
You didn't hesitate to say that publicly?
"No. No. No." She says this sweetly. "He's the strongest person I've met in my life," she adds. "He's made of steel. And talk about a work ethic – he's one of the people that really did teach me that you have to work hard. But he wanted to. He's the most disciplined person I've known, with the exception of my dad. But his discipline is a constant, whereas when my dad retired, I think he lost sight of what he was doing. This guy? He's going to be practising that clarinet and touring with his band and making his one movie a year until they push him – he's never going to stop. Who in the history of movies has done that? He's 78, he makes a movie a year and he has total control. How is that possible?"
She smiles, as well she might. If Keaton is good at anything, it's this kind of circumlocutory verbiage.
Did she resent being dragged into Dylan Farrow's [New York Times] editorial?
"No. What are they going to do? Who else are they going to drag in? They have to drag someone in. I don't resent it, not for a second."
But the criticism Farrow aimed at her didn't sting?
"Not really. That I didn't know her? I saw her maybe three times. I didn't know her. It's not a bad accusation. I was never friends with Mia – I was friendly. Sort of like I'm friendly with you. I like you, I like the way you are. I like the way she is, too. She's very charming. But I never knew her as a friend. A friend – that's a commitment. It's as close as you can get to family, and sometimes it's even closer. Friendship requires a lot of time. I don't have a lot of friends; I have acquaintances and people I think are charming, and I like to see them. I like to see Sarah Jessica Parker, I like to see Meryl Streep. I don't know them – I mean, I made a movie with them, once, and that's nice – but I know nothing about their lives."
There's something frantic and off-topic about this. I say: Dylan Farrow's accusation is that you publicly defended someone who molested her.
Keaton's broad smile fixes. "I have nothing to say about that. Except: I believe my friend."
So, basically she thinks that Dylan is making all of this up.
It seems like the world may never know for sure what happened in that attic.