In news that surely has Ronan Farrow pissed he didn’t break first, we’re finding out Woody Allen may have spent most of his forties in an icky relationship with a girl young enough to be his daughter. In other news, the sky is blue. Anyone who saw Manhattan where Woody plays a 42-year-old who dates a 17-year-old (played by Mariel Hemmingway who said Woody tried to date her back then) has probably been wondering post-Soon-Yi Previn how close to reality that movie was. Today, we got confirmation from a woman named Babi Christina Engelhardt that the movie may as well been called “My Life With Woody.”
The Hollywood Reporter sat down with Babi Christina Engelhardt, who now goes by Christina, to get her story. Christina was only 16 in 1976 when she ran into Woody at Elaine’s, which was a New York City power lunch spot in the 1970s. Per Christina, she went over to Woody’s table and dropped him a note with her phone number that also read, “Since you’ve signed enough autographs, here’s mine!” I mean, that’s totally what I would do if I ever ran into a Hemsworth brother, but it was icky for such an exchange to happen then since she was underage, and Woody was in his early 40s and fresh from success filming Sleeper. Hell, Annie Hall hadn’t even come out yet!
In 1976, 16-year-old model Babi Christina Engelhardt embarked on a hidden 8 year affair with Woody Allen. Now, amid the #MeToo reckoning and Allen’s personal scandals, she looks back with mixed emotions on their relationship and its unequal dynamic https://t.co/GHiLjheOuR
— Hollywood Reporter (@THR) December 17, 2018
What’s ickier is that Woody had her over to his penthouse on Fifth Avenue, and it got sexual. That carried on for eight years, but don’t expect Christina to call herself a victim. She sees how #metoo suddenly puts her time with Woody in a new lens, but she seems to lament “It’s almost as if I’m now expected to trash him.” Some friends and family back the story up and don’t seem to mind all that much of what went down. If anything, Christina seems to kind of like how she won the “celebrated genius.” Cough, but here are her own words:
“What made me speak is I thought I could provide a perspective. I’m not attacking Woody. This is not ‘bring down this man.’ I’m talking about my love story. This made me who I am. I have no regrets.”
It sounds like Christina had quite a life breaking into a career that included modeling as well as being a psychic. She hung out with Iman, broke bread with Stephen King, was Federico Fellini’s (platonic) muse and even hung with other icky dudes: she was Jeffrey Epstein’s personal assistant. Jeffrey is a registered sex offender for soliciting sex from underage girls.
Where this creepiness gets even more creepy is she said they could never talk about his work, only meet at his place, and the curtains had to be drawn. It sounds like Woody is a predator AND a vampire. Oh, he also started bringing in other women for threesomes. Four years in, Woody started dating Mia Farrow, and – yes – even those three had threesomes, per Christina. She thought she was going to be jealous of Mia, but she says the two of them bonded over astrology talk. It sounds like Christina actually did care for Mia because she seems to turn on Woody when it came to moving on with Soon-Yi, Mia’s adopted daughter:
“I always had the impression that she was doing this because he wanted it.I thought, ‘Didn’t Woody have enough ‘extra,’ with or without her, that the last thing he had to do was to go for something that was totally hers?’”
The whole story is kinda long and even includes a part where Woody may or may not have invited Christina over for a threesome with Soon-Yi long after Christina had moved on to being Frederico’s muse. She declined. We all know how Hollywood is awkwardly still working with Woody while also admonishing him at the same time. At the end of the day, this just makes me think Ronan’s next takedown piece in the New Yorker is just going to be a sit-down with every person who had a creepy threesome with his father. It sounds like that list is longer than the manifesto on the Titanic. And now I need a bleach bath.