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Starlet and the mark of the Wilde-beast

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LAist went easy on the intellect last night to check out the debut of The Starlet on the WB. Featuring ten hopeful gamines competing to be, obviously, proclaimed a starlet, the reality show tells a classic Hollywood story: naive girl blows into town, hopes to make it big, gets her ego torn up but maybe, just maybe, ends up a star in the end (hopefuly the competitions won't be so true-to-life to include an audition on a casting couch). The ego-abuse part is dolled out by a male casting agent, Vivica Fox, and genuine legend Faye Dunaway. And if there is a reason to watch this show -- since it plays out around us every day, you would be fair to ask "is there?" -- it is to see what dear Faye has done to her face. Although she's airbrushed to oblivion here, on camera it is obvious that she's fallen victim to Jocelyn Wildenstein's plastic surgeon, or another terrible creature with a scalpel and no fear of God.