What makes a movie star? A flashing smile? A mysterious grin? Sky blue eyes? Chiseled bone structures? Subtle looks and fluid delivery of lines from the script?
Or drunken rages and cocaine habits? Swings at paparazzi and leering words spit at fans? Addictions to sleeping pills and love affairs with married co-stars? Mug shots at 2am with hair disheveled and pupils dilated?
Does TMZ make the movie star? Or People.com? Variety? The Hollywood Reporter? Or Perez Hilton’s blog?
Agents? Managers? Publicists? Stage mothers? Flirting with directors?
Pouty lips? Bedroom eyes? Busty chests? Six-pack abs?
Couch sessions with the top casting directors? Side glances at the famous producer at the far end of the bar (you know, the one who patrols the hottest night spots and clamors for fawning and constant attention)? Awkward conversations with the introverted screenwriter staring blankly at his laptop computer in the neighborhood cafe?
Acting classes? Headshots and resumes? Famous parents or spouses? High-profile estrangements and divorces?
Drama? Comedy? Musical talents? Independent films or big summer blockbusters?
Red carpet poses? Designer duds and expensive jewels? Bodyguards and black Escalades?
Little, naked gold men? Shiny, golden globes? Statuesque buckets of popcorn autographed by MTV?
The right place at the right time? The perfect role? A love story? A real person’s life fictionalized on the screen?
Whatever makes the movie star abounds in modern-day Tinsel Town where celebrity is manufactured weekly. They’re roll them out faster than the seasonal fashions rotating through high-end retail stores. Mass production – it’s where the money’s at. Before long, they’ll be selling their magic formula in drug stores – right next to the diet pills and laxatives – supplements for the uber-star. And maybe then, we’ll all have that special something which transforms us all into 100% authentic movie stars.
But will we still be considered special, unique, immortal?
– Written by Miss A on August 13, 2011