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I never thought anything involving Lindsay Lohan would spark a creative impulse in me, but I'll take inspiration where I can get it.
The photographer Bert Stern recently recreated Marilyn Monroe's final photo shoot using Lohan in place of Marilyn. The guy is like 79 years old; he's the one who photographed Marilyn back in 1962 for what would come to be known as "The Last Sitting." There's a dirty-old-man element to this guy getting Lohan to take off her shirt and pretend she's Marilyn while he takes pictures. And she's clearly no Marilyn, but whatever, this is not an entry about cokesnorting firecrotched guttersnipes.
The pictures are out there, and boy, that's a lot of Lohan, or LOL.
The thing is, I wrote a play a few years ago about that final photo shoot, with Marilyn and the young Bert Stern. There was a reading done in LA, a reading done in London, some interest from West End producers, but it never went anywhere. It was a finalist in some contest. Stern was contacted for his permission and approval, but he wouldn’t consider it without some sort of mythical cash advance. Kevin Spacey and Naomi Watts were both given the script; Spacey wrote back with a kind rejection, and Watts (my ideal Marilyn) never replied, choosing instead to give birth to Liev Schreiber's baby.
There’s been no movement, no action, since I sent it out to a bunch of industry people, friends of friends, last year. I chose instead to give birth to Liev Schreiber's baby.
So I was thinking maybe LOL gets naked and there’s something in it for me: if I send the script around again, people will suddenly give a shit about it for some reason. The logic is faulty here, but the point is I’m thinking I should fix the ending and send it out again and pretend it’s my very first play ever and pretend I haven’t been deflated by years of creative stasis and rejection. Maybe the play would be greeted not with a HUH WHAT but with an OH THAT.
Thanks, drunken naked starlet.
