We all know the story: an ingénue is swept up into the highfalutin’ world of flashbulbs for her fifteen minutes—only to be spat out, drug-addled and chain-smoking, her former glory gone until she expires into infamy. It’s the oldest cycle showbiz has to offer—now brought to life daily in be-sunglassed snapshots on every newsstand—and, as of this past February, it’s even breached London’s Royal Opera House in the form of Anna Nicole, an opera about the life and times of Anna Nicole Smith.
