Mischa BartonI don't get what people see in this chick. She doesn't seem to have any talent whatsoever. She's got large, insectile eyes, a smug, self-satisfied smirk on her face wherever she goes, and she's built like a mannequin soaked in ricotta cheese.
For a while she rode the coattails of other equally-gifted celebutantes, only to alienate herself from even that crowd with her delusions of success. Yet she's still around. She's been through a succession of homely long-haired musician boyfriends, most recently (and memorably) Cisco "Baggy Balls" Adler. Depending on who you believe, either he dumped her because she wanted a commitment, or she dumped him because his baggy balls were all over the web. Heartbreak or no, she's still around.
She was spotted (and photographed) smoking a joint behind the wheel of her car, which I believe would be considered driving under the influence. No police came to take her away. Even after they killed her off on The OC, this long and lanky, rough and skanky thing continues to turn up on red carpets everywhere.
Some of the best designers in Hollywood give her clothes to wear. While I can understand their motivation to get their fashions out there, she's not doing them justice. A piglet in Dior, after all, is still a piglet and nothing more.
I don't get it. Ugly, gangly, untalented, stoner groupie law-breaking ... star?
