Justin Baldoni’s self-pity tour over It Ends With Us is embarrassing. We’re supposed to believe that Blake Lively “stole” the film because she re-edited scenes after he praised her work, consulted her on every take, and texted her “I adore you” after she sent him pages of notes?

This isn’t about a movie. This is about control, ego, and entitlement. He wanted full access — to the edit, to the story, and to her. And when Blake Lively said no, suddenly he’s in the basement crying victim.

Let’s be clear:

1. You didn’t lose creative control. You lost personal control.
The timeline proves Blake was fully involved in shaping the film. She wrote new dialogue. You asked her for input. You scheduled edits around her. You called her the “dream team.” Then the moment she pulled back and drew a line, you flipped the script. That’s not about artistry — that’s about being told to stay in your lane.

2. The “3%” you’re weeping over? It’s the part where she stopped letting you shape her.
You were fine with her edits—until she took ownership. Until her husband praised her cut. Until she said, “This is mine too.” Then suddenly, she was “audacious,” “dangerous,” “interfering.” No. She was setting boundaries. The 3% wasn’t about plot. It was about power. And she reclaimed it.

3. You made this public because she made it legal.
Let’s talk timing:

• December 20, 2024: Lively files a harassment complaint.
• December 31, 2024: You sue The New York Times.
• January 2025: You leak six months of private texts with your editors to Megyn Kelly.

This wasn’t transparency. This was retaliation.

4. Your premiere “basement” story is not a trauma. It’s a consequence.
After everything you did — including staging an on-set takeover and manipulating post-production — you expected a warm welcome at the premiere? You’re not a martyr. You were kept at a distance for the same reason HR departments exist.

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Final Word: Stop Weaponizing Sensitivity

You marketed yourself as the gentle guy who could bring a domestic violence story to life. And then you turned around and tried to smear your co-star when she took control of her own portrayal.

You’re not mourning art. You’re mourning power you were never entitled to.

And we see it.