Residuals trickled down from all the hard-earned cash that purchased tickets for his last blockbuster, regardless of its quality. His feigned appreciation could win Best Actor considering how he was only half there during the shooting. He exerted the least amount of effort and graced the set late – if at all – blasted out of his mind by booze or the drug du jour.
The other actors and directors hated him with a passion as intimate as their latest love affair. Absolutely loathed him. He’d only been hired for his box office draw and was otherwise hidden in a trailer on the back lot so no one had to witness the debauchery within.
Looking down his nose at fans from that precarious perch above his adoring public, the megastar sat atop his ego at an angle quite difficult to balance. Until, at last, he toppled.