Because We Don’t Hear Enough About Lindsay Lohan

No, this isn’t gossip about her (but did you HEAR that she’s staying in rehab and canceling her 22nd birthday bash at Pure??!!), it concerns her acting career, which—and I’m being serious here—could be worse (Herbie: Fully Loaded and Just My Luck notwithstanding). I mean, some of us are still quoting Mean Girls, and the little-seen Prairie Home Companion testified to her (wait for it) acting ability (gasp!). Plus, although it practically sank without a trace, Georgia Rule was…well, okay, it blew. But far worse movies have had trillion dollar opening weekends, so we can’t entirely chalk the box office megaflop up to its shittiness, can we now? Let’s face it: the world is sick of Lindsay Lohan. All those paparazzi shots of her leaving nightclubs at 3a.m. and frolicking with that troglodyte Callum Best in the balmy waters of X locale, or rumors of on-set tension due to her hard partying ways (to rehash old news) have affected the success of her film. Much depends on the reception of her next one, scheduled for release “this summer,” according to the trailer:




Hmmm, it could suck or, alternately, freak the living daylights out of me. I already covet her hair extensions. But, if it bombs a la Georgia Rule, then Lindz gets the unfortunate reputation of Box Office Poison. So I suppose the question is, can she recover from what is quickly becoming a truly abysmal acting career, and, if not, will her exposure gradually trickle to Tara Reid level, before it altogether shrivels up forever? I must admit, I’m not opposed to the latter.

We can only hope that Paris will be next