Conclusion
I could not tell Lana everything that I thought about her story. I was able to tell her that she would have to make her own choice and live with it, which is fairly elementary, of course, but the most that any psychologist can tell a patient.
Lamentably, Mr. Pointer's assessment of Lana was ruthless but, I fear, all too accurate.
She is an attractive woman who is altogether lacking in any talent for acting.
In her heart Lana knows that she is talentless. She only pretended to believe that the enemas were helping her as an actress. All her talk about progress in her craft is just unmitigated poppycock. In her devious way Lana attempted to justify her pleasure in receiving enemas by claiming that they helped her as an actress. Of course a good actress does not need enemas. A bad one is hopeless no matter what is blasted into her body. Mr. Pointer could have flooded Lana's body with the finest V.S.O.P cognac, augmented by marijuana, cocaine, or anything else he might have thought to add to the concoction. He would never have made her an actress. Surely, the man knew this and I can only dismiss him as a hypocrite for bamboozling the poor girl. Lana will end up as a burnt out whore on Tenth Avenue with a resume of walk ons and one liners summing up her history.
It is all too obvious that Lana, as a young child, worshipped her father and delighted in the enemas she professed to deplore. No one with any taste could enjoy raspberries that were ruined by bits of acrid aspirin. Lana only claimed to love her mother's remedy because she could not admit how greatly she preferred her father's, which sounds to me a more efficient panacea.
I have predicted that Lana will end up as a wasted whore, but I must qualify this by saying that she will meet this fate after her current success has subsided. As of this writing Lana is one of the most celebrated young film stars in the world. She has incredible box office draw and is one of the few bankable women on the contemporary screen. But, of course, the audience comes to see her tits, not her acting. Soon, alas, they will fall, and so will her star.