Just when I thought this place couldn't get any more celebrity-obsessed than it already is, a couple of flashy Brits are about to drain even further the pool of shallowness that is Hollywood. When they settle here next summer the combined mega-wattage of Hollywood luminaries is going to be eclipsed by David and Victoria Beckham. The British soccer star and his wife - the former Posh Spice - receive zillions of column centimetres in the rest of the world, but are still a bit of an unknown quantity in these parts. That will, no doubt, change once the couple, along with their three children and an assortment of staff, complete their move to LA. I've been hearing about virtually nothing else since it was announced recently that Beckham - perhaps the most famous soccer player in the world, if not necessarily the best - accepted an offer from local team LA Galaxy. He'll be pocketing a cool US$250 million for five years, including endorsements, which is more than some A-list movie stars can expect to make in that time frame. Although Beckham will have a job here, what perplexes me is what his ultra-skinny wife (no, really, how can anyone have three children in seven years and be that thin?) will do while he's on the field. Write a movie? Produce one? Or, horrors, star in one? Forgive my cynicism, but given that this is a one-industry town, and that people within it are given a worthiness rating based on how popular/successful/critically acclaimed their last film was, all the hype surrounding Mrs Beckham's imminent arrival seems overblown. Sure, she'll go shopping on Rodeo Drive and Robertson Boulevard. And she'll lunch at the Ivy and breakfast at the Polo Lounge. She'll entertain in the US$15-18 million mansion she's expected to buy in Beverly Hills or Brentwood, which will, no doubt, be close to the home of her new BFF, Katie Holmes. But given that she's been nothing if not a little keen on fame, I can't imagine she'll be this close to this star-filled orbit and not want a piece of the action. There's something enticing about this place and its many lures and temptations. Most ordinary people would be loath to admit it, but just about every newcomer of every stripe that I've encountered has a secret wish to be 'discovered' at a supermarket checkout stand or while sitting in Starbucks. When you're surrounded by celebrities, it's hard not to want to be one. Luckily for Posh Spice, and whatever her talent levels might be, whatever she aspires to in Hollywood is probably not too far out of reach. Firstly, she's British - which is still considered exotic in these parts. (And, let's face it, they make the best awards-acceptance speeches.) Secondly, she's loaded, which helps not just when the likes of Dolce & Gabbana come to town flogging their wares, but will also come in handy if she ever decides to finance (and star in) an indie film. She can find an agent in no time, which is step one in the Making-It-In-Hollywood rule book. And she has a love for the limelight that can be rewarded only in this city. Beyond that, she'll be forgiven for any transgressions the more jaded British press have lampooned her for. Getting married while sitting on a throne? Living in a home in England called 'Beckingham Palace'? Starting a high-priced fashion line and writing a book about style? This is Hollywood. Come on down! The machinery that's Hollywood is priming itself for the Beckhams' arrival, with talk of movie and book deals and TV-hosting gigs. She'll have no shortage of invitations and Insta-Friends. She'll be stalked relentlessly by the paparazzi and interviewed zealously by chipper blond entertainment-show hosts with blindingly bright teeth. Then she'll appear in a movie, and may even win an award for it. Hey, it's Hollywood. Anything's possible.