LA TIMES – “Warren Beatty wants you to call him at home.”
This was the message Lily Collins received out of the blue three years ago, just hours before she was about to embark on a European press tour. She had never met the Hollywood legend before, but she called him anyway. He told her he was directing a new movie and felt like he’d met on it with every other actress in town, save for her.
So in the midst of packing, Collins invited Beatty over. He told her his next film was set in the 1950s and involved Howard Hughes, but didn’t reveal anything else about the project. Mostly, he just wanted to get a sense of Collins’ personality. Then he left, and she flew off to promote “The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones.”
It was supposed to be a pivotal moment in Collins’ career. She was starring in a young adult adaptation that was meant to turn into the next “Hunger Games” franchise. But when the action flick didn’t perform at the box office, its sequel was scrapped. Discouraged, Collins returned to Los Angeles.
“I came home, and all of a sudden I became available,” Collins recalled, sitting in the expansive Beverly Hills home where she was raised. “So Warren started inviting me to a bunch of lunches and dinners with him and Annette [Bening, his wife, who plays Collins’ mother in the film]. I didn’t want to ask too many questions or give him any reason to back off. And I thought, ‘At the end of the day, if none of this goes anywhere, I have the coolest stories to tell and I’ve learned so much from him already.’”
By the sixth meeting or so, Beatty finally told Collins about his movie, “Rules Don’t Apply,” which opens Wednesday. The film follows aspiring starlet Marla Mabrey, who moves from Virginia to L.A. after being hired as a contract actress for Hughes [played by Beatty]. Once she lands in Hollywood, she struggles to maintain her moral compass — especially as she becomes entangled in romances with her driver [Alden Ehrenreich] and even Hughes himself.
After Beatty at last told Collins the film’s plot, he invited her over to his house to read the screenplay he’d written.
“He put me into a library with the script and pencils and Post-Its and water,” the 27-year-old recalled, “and he would come in and check on me. ‘How are you liking it? What do you think? Do you like it?’”