But the problem was, in Hollywood you were known for particular things. A smile. A skill. Your skin. A tweet. And when that thing became too big, too you, good or bad, there was no acting your way around it. The fact that his thing wasn’t life-threatening ironically made it worse, in a surreal sense that could only be true in Hollywood. There was no drama to his situation—it was just a flaw. And thus, fatal in its own way.
