When it comes to honesty in Hollywood, I always think about the marketing machine and the stars who slap on that sparkling, smiling face to give their movie good PR. Every director seems to be the most original, kindest, or visionary; every co-star is the best to work with; every film is just a sheer pleasure ... no matter how crappy it is. Once in a while, we get an unadulterated opinion, like Matthew Goode's negative opinion of Leap Year as a breathe of honest fresh air. But in light of some new Hollywood drama, I wonder how Tinseltown would function if the pomp and circumstance was stripped away and honest truth remained.

The Smoking Gun got its hands on a contract Uma Thurman signed for Eloise in Paris, which she was supposed to shoot last year until litigation stopped the production cold. As part of her $4.5 million deal, she required the usual big-star perks like the best dressing facilities, per diem and travel, control over images, the option to buy wardrobe items for half price, and then -- a clause that her name and likeness wouldn't be used in merchandising deals with the likes of tobacco, weapons, religious items, personal hygiene products, intimate apparel, porn, gambling, pet food, and "stomach or rectal medications." That last bit puts an amusing spin on the list of requirements, and is making many wonder about her fear of rectal aid, but the whole thing makes me wonder how invested we'd be in Hollywood and its stars if we knew the truth.
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