Lovren reminds me of Susan Sarandon.
Google her and 9/10 people will know her name just from her face. She's been around for a long time and always timing in around halfway through people's conversations about Hollywood. Susan will work until she croaks it.
But when it's a lazy Sunday, you flick on ITV4, see Susan Sarandon's little face on a grainy picture and think, 'Ahhhh, Susan...'. But sinking back into your chair, something will hit you. Scene by scene, you'll think: 'That wasn't great...', 'Bit strange, that' - and slowly, but surely - with every over-acted move or poorly delivered bit of dialogue - you'll start to realise that she's not good in this film. Then you'll start thinking about her career, and the coffee cup will drop: she's never actually been good in anything! That the idea of Susan Sarandon is much better than Susan Sarandon. You'll think about telling everybody of your discovery; letting the world know that Sarandon is a lie.
And then you'll stop and think. It's too late. We've been in bed with Susan too long, and we've got more to lose if we out her now. Let's just quietly let her exist, look good from a distance, and hope nobody notices.
Lovren.