

(He has mounted social-media jihads against David Foster Wallace, J. Pope worked his connections with Lohan’s agent, and that’s why she is sitting here on this spring day.Įllis is noticeably absent, holed up less than a mile away waging one of his frequent Twitter wars. Schrader suggested they do something on the cheap that didn’t look cheap. The three were set to make “Bait,” a shark thriller, based on a screenplay Ellis wrote, but the Spanish financing vaporized. In the fall of 2011, he connected Schrader with Bret Easton Ellis, whose grisly satires brought him early notoriety and who had lately turned to screenwriting. His fingers are constantly, frantically, scanning his iPhone.

Pope, dressed in a checked shirt and skinny tie, looks like a producer. Renny Harlin! Schrader is now 65 and still begging for coins. His last major opportunity was about a decade ago, when he was picked to direct a reboot of “The Exorcist.” He told an interviewer, “If I don’t completely screw that up, it might be possible for me to end my career standing on my own feet rather than groveling for coins.” A few months later, he was replaced by the blockbuster director Renny Harlin, who reshot the film. She couldn’t understand why he wanted it so badly.īut Schrader was running out of chances. His wife, the actress Mary Beth Hurt, didn’t even finish the script, dismissing it as pornography after 50 pages. And then there’s the film’s explicit subject matter. A casting-director friend stops their conversation whenever he mentions her name. His own daughter begs him not to use her. There have been house arrests, car crashes and ingested white powders. Schrader wrote “Raging Bull” and “Taxi Driver” and has directed 17 films. Schrader thinks she’s perfect for the role. They tell her that sounds like a great idea. They’d been tipped off by her agent that this was how it was going to go. I want to play Tara, the lead.” Braxton Pope and Paul Schrader nod happily. Lohan sits down, smiles and skips the small talk. A few tables away, a distinguished-looking middle-aged man patiently waits for the actress. Mom sweeps blond hair behind her ear and tries to eavesdrop. The actress’s mother, Dina Lohan, sits at the next table. Heads turn subtly as she slinks toward a table to meet a young producer and an old director. Lindsay Lohan moves through the Chateau Marmont as if she owns the place, but in a debtor-prison kind of way.
