Wormwood: The Star, the most famous man in New Hollywood was holding one of his semi-nightly cocktail parties. The repeating celluloid film images of James Dean's near fatal car crash spliced together, one after the other, projected continuously onto his living room wall; his guests mingle, kissing each others contorted cheeks adoringly as they sip their glasses of 1945 Château Mouton-Rothschild through their diseased lips. Wormwood often joked that he'd kill James Dean to put him out his misery, that is if he were more famous. However, he thought if he were to kill him now -- in his mediocre state of celebrity -- he'd only exponentially increase James Dean's fame and certainly...he couldn't have that.
Amongst the crowd was Marilyn Monroe, the ultimate blonde joke. How does a blond once-was starlet fail to kill herself? She, knowing nothing about guns, buys a 22 cal. pistol while the guy at the gun store sells her low velocity shells, and when she finally gets up the nerve to pull the trigger to end her sad miserable, careerless life, she incidentally blows her right cheek bone and eye socket clean off. Fortunately for her she became obscenely popular due to the incident, refusing facial reconstruction surgery upon her realization that not only beauty, but pity, can make you famous as well. At 72 years old she is ten times more popular than she was in her age of beauty.
