Something About a Celebrity for Once

Until last night I didn't know a damn thing about Lindsey Lohan except that she has an alliterative name and that she seems to find herself in some form of difficulty fairly often. Her difficulties were no business of mine, was how I felt about it. Lots of people continually make a mess out of their lives, and I find it kind of depressing, if you really want to know.

But last night I watched the Altman film Prairie Home Companion, in which she plays a sullen (post?) adolescent who writes poetry about suicide. The show runs short and she's thrust on stage to take part in a big impromptu singalong finale, does OK singing, improvises new lyrics, and goes from surprised stage fright to growing relief and finally to warm, glowing delight in the space of a minute or two. It was a nice piece of acting and made a nice end for an otherwise meh (IMHO) film. So good for you, Lindsey Lohan. You did good work. Good work of any kind cheers me up.