Whether she does time or not, she’s built her own prison in Hollywood. Her latest film, I Know Who Killed Me, premiered last week to an abysmal $3.5 million. Lohan has not had a hit since Mean Girls, and her grosses have been declining. She hasn’t opened a movie above $10 million since 2005′s Herbie: Fully Loaded. “Her career was over long before she had these troubles,” says the studio head. “The media treat her like she’s Will Smith or Tom Cruise, like she’s some big star, but she simply isn’t.”
Lindsay also isn’t Robert Downey Jr., who was given several opportunties to clean up his act before he received studio ultimatums. Then again, Downey is one talented motherfucker.
[T]o say she’s a victim of the blogarazzi misses the point. She was, after all, created by that very same culture. And she didn’t exactly object. Without all the tabloid covers and red carpets and cell-phone photos and mug shots, Lohan would not be a household name; she would simply be a talented ingenue with a substance-abuse problem, a messed-up family, and a mediocre box office record. Harsh? Maybe so, but that’s the cold calculus of Hollywood. “Her troubles are what made her famous,” says one studio exec. “Her films don’t open. She’s a pain to work with. I think she’s done.”
So essentially, studios will put up with more crap from stars who can actually turn a box office profit. Lohan might want to invest in a cost-benefit analyst.
Source: Entertainment Weekly
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