
Linda Fiorentino’s career arc feels like a movie where someone accidentally left out the last twenty minutes. Most Hollywood narratives end with either a triumphant comeback montage or a public implosion. Hers just stops. One minute she is the razor-sharp femme fatale in The Last Seduction or the sardonic coroner in Men in Black. The next she is gone. Not dead, not disgraced, just absent. As if someone hit the mute button on her public existence.










