Ask anyone who consumes any amount of Internet to describe Hollywood, and the words are familiar. Vapid, superficial, contrived, fake. Even the people who purchase gossip mags admit, hey, this stuff isn't real, but it is fun way to escape. For years, stars give the same interviews, and glossy magazines promise the same major scoop: So-and-so Star Finally Speaks! Here's The Real Whatsername! A-List Actress Like You've Never Seen Her Before! But, the truth is, it's the same talking points recycled and recast, because we all kind of implicitly realize this is an industry that deals in image as a currency. And, when those carefully crafted images fall or crack, we often see Real People, and Real People have problems. (Especially when they are surrounded 24/7 by Hollywood and end up, say, open-mouth kissing their brother, having their husbands ditch them for tattoo artists, or saying just the strangest things.)
Our constant coverage of the star is three-pronged: We really like her, it's really easy to like her, and our readers really like her. Without revealing the wizard behind the curtain, some of our most popular stories of all time have been about young Miss Everdeen, and our comments are filled with phrases like, "Ladycrush!" "How AWESOME is she?" and "Are we BFFs yet?" To be honest, that makes us feel good. It's a much better feeling than, say, the comments we get on a post about Kim Kardashian or Kristen Stewart, which often result in eye-rolls or feelings of overexposure. (Or, in one admittedly unfair example, an overly earnest figure is too much overzealous music theater kid and not enough relatable heroine.)
In the mass-mediated, hyper-blogged world where the barrier between "star" and "consumer" is fading, it is becoming clear that the public wants actors to be people, because, hey, that's what they are playing. We want to be able to see ourselves in them. If Jennifer Lawrence, as Vulture's Jordan Hoffman writes, both gives us what we want and reminds us that what we want is bogus, then we can begin to see the stars that we love as flawed, funny, and relatable. We reject the sheen, the patina, placed upon them, even when overexposed. And, if that's her legacy, then may the odds be ever in her favor.