As long as his antics involved falling in a Salzburg fountain, laughing hysterically at the alcohol-induced mishap, his handlers were all like, ok, isn't he funny?
The cell phone ringing during rehearsals, and the subsequent angry conversation with a girlfriend as the orchestra looked on in horror? That's charming, right?
But lately the international supastah has been traveling a bit too much? Enjoying the minibar too much?
Because when an entire sold-out audience was left waiting for him for more than an hour, as the house management made up increasingly clumsy -- and, frankly, contradictory -- excuses eventually explaining that no, in the end the supastah would not show up for the night so let's all welcome his replacement with a warm round of applause, things start getting a bit hairy.
Especially since, a few nights later, the man showed up indeed; but late, and gave a lacklustre performance.
And then one wonders, how thin is the line between extravagance and self-destruction?