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In the immortal words of Thelma Ritter “What a story. Everything but the bloodhounds snappin’ at her rear end.”

Of course there is another side to all of this.

To put it mildly.

“Last Friday in Los Angeles, ”celebrity lawyer” Gloria Allred – whose most recent clients include two of the alleged mistresses of Tiger Woods – called a press conference.
A British actor, Charlotte Lewis, appeared alongside her claiming to have been sexually assaulted in 1983 by Roman Polanski, who is fighting extradition to the US after his 1977 conviction for unlawful sex with a minor.
Carried live on cable television, Lewis made a short statement: ”I am also a victim of Roman Polanski. Mr Polanski knew I was only 16 years old when he met me and forced himself upon me in his apartment in Paris. He took advantage of me, and I have lived with the effects of his behaviour ever since.” Allred added that her client was ”ready to testify under oath if and when that is necessary”.
The Los Angeles legal authorities subsequently confirmed that they had interviewed Lewis the previous day. More than a thousand newspapers across the world have reprinted her story, unchallenged.”

Noteriety’s old sweet song

Yet there was, from the outset, something slightly peculiar about it. Lewis alleged that the assault (”the worst possible”) took place in 1983, but apparently it was not so horrible that it put her off working with Polanski, since she appeared in his 1986 film Pirates. Asked by a reporter last week whether Lewis – a former Playboy cover girl who has not appeared in a film for seven years – was ”shopping for a book deal”, Allred briskly responded: ”Next question.”

OK, who was the first celebrity you sucked off to get a job, bitch?

“I know Polanski well, as we recently collaborated on a film of my novel, The Ghost. So when, on Saturday afternoon, I was telephoned by a reporter from the London-based Mail on Sunday , I could guess what it was about. They were running an ”exclusive interview” with Lewis: did I have Polanski’s telephone number so that they could contact him? I suggested they call his agent. On Sunday morning, the interview duly appeared across two full pages, with the dramatic headline: ”I will never forgive Polanski. I’m telling the truth and Roman knows it is the truth.” Ah, but is it? In fairness to the Mail on Sunday, they did at least do a little research in the cuttings library before going to press, and actually included a comment Lewis had made on the record about Polanski in 1986: ”I found him very attractive. I’d love to have had a romantic relationship with him – and a physical one. You can’t help falling in love with him. But he didn’t want me that way.” The paper tried to explain away the glaring discrepancy between her stories then and now by saying ”that at the time she was speaking she was still working for Polanski and, it could be argued, in thrall of him [sic]”.

The soup thickens!

“But there is in the archives a third version of Lewis’s relationship with Polanski. A profile, titled ”Wild Child”, clearly written with the actor’s co-operation, appeared in the London-based News of the World tabloid in August 1999: ”In a no-holds-barred interview, Charlotte . . . confessed how she seduced kinky director Polanski when she was a nubile 17-year-old.” (The Mail on Sunday newspaper makes no mention of this earlier 2800-word article, leaving it to the online-only version, which reports Lewis to have been ”misquoted”.)


“According to Lewis, at any rate in the incarnation presented in 1999, she and a friend ”bought a cheap rail and ferry ticket to Paris and met him. I think he was entranced with me because I looked like Nastassja Kinski, who he’d directed in Tess. I knew Roman had done something wrong in America, but I wasn’t too sure what. He’d already cast me in his film Pirates, so it wasn’t like it was a casting-couch thing where you have to sleep with someone to get the part. I wanted him probably more than he wanted me.” Thus began, she claimed, a six-month physical relationship.”


“So now we have three versions of what happened in Paris 27 years ago – ranging from no sexual relationship at all, to eager participation in a prolonged affair, to assault – and all of them put forward by the same person. It is hard to blame Lewis for the confusion she has spread. If her own account of her life as reported by the News of the World is correct, then she is more to be commiserated with than condemned.”

Nah. The cunt’s to be condemned.

“But the behaviour of the media, and of some lawyers in America, is a different matter. The Polanski affair has now become utterly politicised. The man in charge of the case, the Los Angeles district-attorney Steve Cooley, is locked in a tight race for the Republican nomination to become California’s attorney-general: much of his prominence is down to his high-profile pursuit of Polanski. It does not seem to matter that the officers of the court in 1977 recommended that the director should not serve a custodial sentence, or that the original trial judge more or less made up the law as he went along. A lynch mob is in town, bent on destroying Polanski, whatever the facts of his case, or the opinions of his real victim, Samantha Geimer, who has long since publicly forgiven him and asked for him to be left alone.
I know few readers will be as sympathetic to Polanski as I am; I understand the instinctive recoil from the crime he committed a third of a century ago. Even so, the scenes at Allred’s media circus last Friday ought to make anyone with a vestigial sense of justice shudder at the thought of what will await him if ever he is returned to the US.”



Et maintenant Charlotte par elle-meme.

“I thought I was grown up at 14… but I fell into clutches of older men and almost ruined my life. Movie beauty Charlotte Lewis tells a harrowing tale every girl should heed.
FOR almost 20 years British Hollywood star Charlotte Lewis has been haunted by a secret past. She knew it would catch up with her one day. Now she is getting it off her chest. At 14 she slept with men for money. Quite simply, the girl who found fame and fortune with superstar Eddie Murphy in
The Golden Child was once a call girl.”


“It seems impossible to believe, as we sit in the elegant surroundings of the Los Angeles Mondrian hotel, that this stunning English Rose could have stooped so low.
But she wants to tell all, how she went from hooker to Hollywood. She believes it will be a lesson to others, but more important a release for herself.”

More than flicking her clit? I doubt it.

“Her darkest days came at the ridiculously young age of 14. She was still at Bishop Douglas Catholic Secondary School in Finchley, north London, when she went through a rebellious phase, playing truant and chasing the night-time glamour of London’s West End.
Even now she finds it hard to face the truth. You suspect she has even lied to herself as a protective measure.”

“CHARLOTTE, now 31, says LSD and marijuana were at the root of her wild ways. She didn’t know what she was doing. Yet it is clear she went back for more time and again.
“One morning I woke to find a pile of Pounds 50 notes next to the bed,” she says. “I couldn’t remember quite what had happened, but when I saw the money I knew what was going on and felt sick.” The older man who had just left her bed assumed she was an experienced vice girl. Charlotte insists she was
drugged and had her drinks spiked by an older woman she thought of as a friend, not realising she was a cunning madam who pandered to perverts to feed her own drug habit.
Yet even AFTER she discovered this, young Charlotte ‘entertained’ a succession of other men through that ‘lost summer’ of 1982.
“I don’t how many men might have had sex with me for money,” she finally admits. “I was in a permanent haze. I was 14 and looking for excitement, yet I was so naive. I’d go out with my so-called friend to a nightclub then everything would become blurry. I’d have a vague notion of talking to some man, and my friend saying, ‘You HAVE to be nice to him’.
“Obviously she was making deals with these people, taking money off them so they could have sex with an underage girl.”

Very Joe Orton.

“Charlotte rushed to confront her ‘friend’ But, she says, the 22-year-old woman convinced her it was a mistake, just a gift.”
It is hard to believe anyone could be so gullible. But now Charlotte was left open to the most terrifying experience of her life. After a visit to Stringfellows club in London, she and the woman went to a Thames-side apartment. Inside were a number of Arabs.
Thousands of pounds were laid out on a table and Charlotte was told she could have it all if she agreed to go to Saudi Arabia with them. “I kept asking why?” she said. “Why would they give me money to go to Saudi Arabia? They kept promising me a fabulous education, great accommodation. Then my so-called girl friend said, ‘Of course, if you go there you’ll have to grow up VERY quickly’. And she looked at me in that nudge-nudge, wink-wink way.”

THIS was too much even for a rebellious teenager. “I could see these men eyeing me hungrily, like meat,” she shuddered, “and I thought, ‘My God, I’ve got to get out. They’ll kidnap me, take me out of the country’.
“It was like an Alice in Wonderland house with long corridors and door after door. I made an excuse, then ran.
“The men came chasing me, but I managed to escape. I still believe to this day that if I’d not got out I would have been kidnapped and smuggled out of the country to end up as a sex slave.
“I went home to my mother and told her everything. She was marvellous about it.”
In fact, her mum had been going frantic with worry. Charlotte had been spending such long periods away from home that the social services were on her case.
“Perhaps I should have realised what was going on, but I didn’t,” Charlotte continues to insist. “I craved excitement and I liked men. “And although I knew sex was illegal because I was under-age, I didn’t consider it a crime.
“What happened to me is an object lesson to girls not to play truant and think they’re grown up when clearly they’re not.”

“HER rollercoaster life of sex was far from over. “I’ve been at the top of the world, and I’ve also been to the edge and looked over into the abyss,” she said. “It wasn’t pretty.” In a no-holds-barred interview Charlotte also confessed how she seduced kinky director Roman Polanski when she was a nubile 17-year-old then slipped between the sheets with Warren Beatty. Later she bedded Charlie Sheen and Mickey Rourke and in a drunken brawl kicked Kiefer Sutherland in a very tender place! She also made love to British video producer William Annesley, found Liz Hurley’s pyjamas in his bed and mailed them to Hugh Grant.
In a film career littered with failed romances she also romped with rock wildman Michael Hutchence and chatted up superstar Jack Nicholson on his way to the loo then whispered: “Can I come too?”
She was also romanced by Dodi Fayed, Mick Jagger and Jim Carrey, and weaned off drugs with help from Eric Clapton.”

IOW, who didn’t she fuck?

“Charlotte said wistfully: “Someone once told me, ‘You can always find a friend to party with, but it’s harder to find people to help you afterwards’.”
The daughter of an absentee Iraqi father and a half-Irish half-Welsh mother, Charlotte explained: “I had a taste for acting from drama lessons in school.”
SHE spent every spare moment in the Finchley Odeon watching movies. “I remember gazing at Brooke Shields in Blue Lagoon and thinking, ‘I want to be her’,” she sighed.”

Not in that one. . .

“When Charlotte was 15 she was spotted by a photographer who suggested she try modelling, so she joined an agency called Bookings.
“I remember with my first pay cheque I bought two steaks for me and my mum and she cooked them,” she said. “Money had been short and she’d sacrificed a lot. A model friend asked me if I’d ever thought of going into films. She turned out to be a friend of Roman Polanski, who was living in Paris. “We bought a cheap rail and ferry ticket, went to Paris and met him. I think he was entranced with me because I looked like Nastassja Kinski, who he’d directed in Tess.”

“I knew Roman had done something wrong in America (he was wanted by the police for sleeping with an under-age girl) but I wasn’t too sure what. Anyway, I was fascinated by him, and I wanted to be his lover.
“He’d already cast me in his film Pirates, so it wasn’t like it was a casting-couch thing where you HAVE to sleep with someone to get the part. I wanted him probably more than he wanted me.”
She was 17 when they first had sex. They remained lovers for six months. “It ended when we went on location to Tunisia. I was one of the few females there. I was far from home, lonely and a little afraid.” And into her insecurity, Polanski lobbed an off-hand, cruel remark that was to bring lasting unhappiness. Charlotte recalled: “Roman would say, ‘You’re gaining weight’. It was ridiculous-I was a thin teenage girl, but I took it seriously and stopped eating. Then I’d overeat, and for years I suffered from bulimia. I know that was the start.”

See he didn’t rape her — he bulimianed her !

CHARLOTTE also discovered how inexperienced starlets are often treated like a sexual version of pass the parcel. At the time, Warren Beatty was visiting Tunisia to scout locations for his movie Ishtar. Polanski bet him that he couldn’t get Charlotte into bed. “Roman didn’t think Warren could do it,” said Charlotte, “but the fact is I seduced Warren, not the other way around, so I don’t feel I was misused. He’s a married man now so I’ll draw a veil over it.”

How considerate you are dear.

“When filming on Pirates was over, Charlotte had more money than she’d ever seen in her life. She bought clothes, shopped, nightclubbed and treated her mother. The casting director for Pirates recommended her for another upcoming film, The Golden Child, starring Eddie Murphy. At last the girl from Finchley was going to Hollywood, and she was still only 19.
“It was dreamland,” she smiled. “I’d never been to America, and suddenly I was in the first-class compartment of a 747 heading for LA with a limo to pick me up and take me to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel.
The Golden Child was set in Tibet, and I actually thought I was going there.
“It was my first lesson that so much of Hollywood is illusion-Tibet was to be a set at Paramount, with a little location shooting at a ski resort called Mammoth Mountain five hours from LA.
“They spent so much money re-creating Tibet in California it would have been cheaper to actually fly to the country.”
Suddenly Charlotte had ‘arrived’. Everbody wanted to know her and, apparently,”

fuck her.

everyone was her best friend. She was still only 19 and about to meet Charlie Sheen, one of Hollywood’s great lovers. “It started with an amazing coincidence,” she said. “On the flight over to LA I’d been reading US magazine, and there was Charlie listed as one of Hollywood’s 20 most eligible bachelors. I said to the flight attendant, ‘I think I’ll go out with him when I get there’.”

Sure. Why not start at the bottom of the barrel?

“THREE days later she was at a party and in he walked. She recalled: “I said to him, ‘I’ve never seen the sea. I understand you live near the sea. Will you show me?’ He did and we became lovers.”
Charlie, she said, “was like a child when he made love, sweet and sensitive and very anxious to please. But after a while he began arriving home late. His brother had told me Charlie was an alcoholic, but I didn’t believe it.
“Once Charlie and I got drunk together while he was making Young Guns. We had a storming fight. I was being restrained when I accidentally kicked his co-star Kiefer Sutherland in a very painful place. It hurt! And it took quite a few years before Kiefer forgave me.”One day Charlotte phoned Sheen’s home and a girl answered. “I realised he was cheating on me,” she said simply. “It broke my heart because I truly loved him.”
Charlotte was paid 150,000 dollars (a little under Pounds 100,000) for The Golden Child. But taxes and a bit of extravagant living soon ate that up. Soon she found herself virtually broke and down on her luck back in
London-until Eddie Murphy came to her rescue.”


“She explained: “He’d asked me to come and visit his family in New Jersey, and I started to cry on the telephone and said, ‘Eddie, I’m totally broke, I don’t even have enough money to buy food’.
“He told me I HAD to go back to Los Angeles and restart my career. He sent me a one-way first-class plane ticket to LA, had a car meet me and take me to an apartment he’d rented for me.
“I was instructed to go to a local bank where I found an account opened for me with 50,000 dollars in it-that’s about Pounds 30,000. Let me emphasise that he and I have never been lovers. It was just a generous Eddie Murphy gesture.” Charlotte bounced back in the film Dial Help.”

Some “bounce.” Straight to video.

“Since then she has
appeared in movies such as Excessive Force, Men Of War, The Glass Cage, Mutual Needs, Navajo Blues and Legion.


” She has also appeared in several TV shows, including a small part in hit comedy Seinfeld.”

Where she played a girl George and Jerry suspected of being bulemic.


With the string of films came a string of lovers.
MICKEY Rourke had a passionate night with her, then rudely didn’t call and she refused to have anything more to do with him.
Although she does say: “Sometimes he’ll come up to me if I’m eating with someone in a restaurant, and say, ‘I slept with Charlotte when she was very young, you know’.”
Then there was British video producer William Annesley.
“William was the love of my life and is now my closest friend,” she smiled, “though once he got a little kinky, brandishing a whip and suggesting I use it on him. But I’m not into sado-masochism.” Hollywood had toughened Charlotte and she was furious when she discovered Hugh Grant’s girlfriend, Liz Hurley, had been sleeping with William.
She grinned: “I found her silk pyjamas so I sent them by Federal Express parcel to Hugh Grant with a message saying, ‘These are your girlfriend’s. I found them in my boyfriend’s bed”. I wanted Hugh to know Liz was cheating on him.”
It was a little unfair, because Charlotte had a roving eye too. At one party she bumped into Jack Nicholson on his way to the bathroom.
She recalled: “Cheekily I said, ‘Can I come with you?’ His eyes lit up and he said, ‘Sure’. I think he imagined I’d have sex with him. When I got in there I said, ‘I’ve always wanted to kiss you’.
“He said, ‘OK’ and we kissed passionately. He was a GREAT kisser, and it went on a long time. We might have gone further but, as it was, my boyfriend William was on the other side of the door.”

Don’t you hate when that happens?

Charlotte started an affair with the late INXS singer Michael Hutchence after seeing him in a bar with Patsy Kensit, Titanic star Billy Zane and his wife. “Michael was a beautiful and sensitive lovemaker,” she sighed. “INXS was a good name for his band-he liked excess. He suggested we have group sex. He was happy for there to be me and two other women or maybe even another woman and another man. I couldn’t do that.”

Evidently he was no Donald Cammell.

DODI Fayed was the next man to woo Charlotte. He flew her to the Cote d’Azur and took her on his private yacht as he later did with Diana, Princess of Wales.
“I was living in the lap of luxury,” said Charlotte. “But I wouldn’t sleep with Dodi. I didn’t find him sexually attractive. I actually fancied his British SAS bodyguards more than I did him.”

Mick Jagger was another who pursued her, intrigued that she wouldn’t sleep with him because he was famous. And she never did, although she says: “I saw Mick recently. He looked incredibly sexy.”
Then came the drugs. In a city where party hosts put out the cocaine along with the drinks and snacks, it was all too easy. “I was never an addict,” Charlotte said firmly. “I was never in the gutter and it never affected my work.
“Sure cocaine, sure Ecstasy, and of course marijuana. Then one day I simply realised I had to sort myself out, deal with my eating disorder, quit the drugs, stop smoking.
“Eric Clapton, who is a good friend, advised me to go into the Priory clinic in Britain and I did. I haven’t touched any kind of drugs for more than two and a half years.”
She returned to LA in January and immediately began to date movie idol Jim Carrey. “He was kind, charismatic, funny and unbelievably gorgeous,” she laughed. “But I wouldn’t sleep with him.”

What a cockteaser!

Nowadays Charlotte drives an old Volvo and shares a little bungalow with a female costume designer who has a young baby.
“My life is better now,” she said. “Of course, this isn’t living my dream, but I’ll tell you what is.
“It would be to have a husband I loved and who loved me, to have babies,
lots of them.”

Isn’t one Octomom enough dear?

Serge and Jane will sigh us out.