The #MeToo downfall of Gérard Depardieu, the biggest fish in French cinema, was always going to be messy.
Not only because the actor, in his late Marlon Brando phase, has become a dozen-bottles-of-wine-a-day miscreant who once urinated in the aisle of an airplane when he couldn’t make it to the loo. Even after taking Russian citizenship—downgrading from Brando to Steven Seagal, if you will, in 2013—the highly decorated tax exile has been a fabulous earner, if a declining one of late, for the politically important French film industry.
