If you can't get publicity for your projects in the usual way, just have an in-home meltdown:
Mischa Barton was placed under an involuntary psychiatric hold (also known as a 5150) by the Los Angeles Police Department and transferred to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center on Wednesday evening, a source close to the situation claimed to Access Hollywood.
On Wednesday, Access broke the news that authorities had responded to the Los Angeles home of the starlet after receiving a non-911 call from her residence around 3 p.m. A patrol car responded to the scene and began assisting Barton with a “medical issue,” a spokesperson for the LAPD confirmed to Access on Wednesday evening.
The source claimed that Barton was placed under Section 5150 of the California Welfare and Institutions Code by police and transported to Cedars-Sinai.
I hope that this was just a cynical attempt at promoting a new film, and not an actual melt down. If it was an actual mental break down, I have pertinent advice for the young lady, and for anyone else who cares to hear it.
My Father has long been "colorful" in his own inimitable way. He will scream, throw things, order henchmen and hired muscle around, and he will shoot up small pleasurecraft. He just does this for attention, or for extra food, or for access to the Internet. I gloss over it, but I'm stoic that way.
The way that I deal with his shenanigans is simple--I pretend not to see it. What Mischa Barton needs to do is to pretend that whatever is bothering her, annoying her, or causing her to engage in the sort of behavior that would trigger an involuntary hospitalization simply doesn't exist. When Father tells me I am a horrible bastard of a son and tries to kill me with whatever blunt instrument he has at hand, I laugh, pat him on the head, and have Peej take care of it. For Heaven's Sake--it's NOT the alcohol. Alcohol is the scapegoat of a lazy mind.
Sorry, Mischa--you can't have Peej. He is my saving grace.