Jennifer Lawrence, whose film The Hunger Games: Catching Fire opens tonight, is one woman who is treating the Hollywood machine with all the discourtesy it deserves
'Are we having a half or full stack of pancakes?" It’s not a question I expect to be asked by an A-list actress. Then again, Jennifer Lawrence isn’t quite there yet. It’s January 2012, The Hunger Games is about to be released and we’re sitting in a Santa Monica greasy spoon discussing how the 21-year-old actress plans to deal with the kind of cultish stardom that turned Kristen Stewart into a sullen-faced enfant terrible and condemned Emma Watson to a state of arrested development for a decade.
As the embodiment of Suzanne Collins’ underdog heroine, Katniss Everdeen, Lawrence was on the precipice of the kind of global celebrity that would put most young actresses off their breakfasts. A week later, her longbow-wielding image would be on bus stops across the world and blown up onto a 20ft hoarding above Sunset Boulevard, challenging motorists below to ignore the new girl in town.
It’s the kind of attention that would turn even the humblest ingénue into a brat of billboard proportions; I’ve seen it happen. Yet somehow, by the end of our breakfast (she had the Ranch Breakfast along with the pancakes) I knew this wouldn’t happen to her.
"I’ve never understood why people have to become brats when they become successful," she mused. "I think you should work harder when you become successful because people are expecting more from you. Success doesn’t mean that you’re allowed to work less and treat people like s---."
Here she gave an exasperated sigh. "I’m not really supposed to say s---. Now I’ve gone and said it twice."
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