I have no idea
who she is, but her block is right in front of theater.
She must be pretty well connected to not have been displaced by
Julia Roberts' tootsies. Ash
starts imagining that there must be some kind of Silver Mafia, where
stars that were huge in the 30s and 40s are hiding out in their mansions
in Beverly Hills, shaking their withered liver-spotted fists at the
impersonal cineplexes of today, lamenting the commercialized studio
system, how old-time glamour has been replaced by the impersonal modern
day pluck of Meg Ryan. That
must really suck. If it was
me, I wouldn't live here past the age of 50.
Seems like you can get away with being an over-50 actress easier
in New York, 'cause you've got Broadway to still do stuff on.
Here you're just sorta…ungracefully replaced.
wanna live here when they've outlived their day, anyway?
It's not like they could coast on their past memories.
Their past memories are being bulldozed to make room for
the new Oscar theater on the corner of Highland.
Except for Alice Faye.
Whose hands will live on forever in front of the Chinese,
going, and going, and Ash simply must stop in every single
store, though she does give up by the 30th or so.
It's just like Disney World.
They're all selling the same stuff.
A bunch of them sell red carpet premiere candids of
various stars, and while they're not the same shots, they're
still the same stars. So
instead of buying a Mickey or Donald or Goofy coffee mug, you
can buy a postcard picture of Tom, Bruce, or Leo.
Who WANTS these things?
Tourists, of course.
stupid tourists. In
order to maintain the bet, Ashley must buy a few. She chooses a picture of Rhea Pearlman. WHY is there a picture of Rhea Pearlman?
I just don't get it.