So, we tried to go to the cinema motzash, but there were no tickets left when we got there. For Nebraska. Which surprised me. I kinda loved Alexander Payne’s last movie The Descendants and I have big, big love for Election. So it was a shame not to get into his latest. Maybe next week.
Once we got home we decided to watch a movie I’d had brewing for a while. Enough Said is a dreadful title for a film. Really. There’s absolutely nothing there for you to hang your expectations on. Thankfully it’s much better than the title. Julia Louis-Dreyfus is fantastic in it. Gorgeous, wry and funny. Her chemistry with the late James Gandolfini is undeniable. Their contrasting bodies make it seem like they belong to two completely different species, but every conversation they have is light and charming and believable.
I guess I’ve been avoiding the writer-director Nicole Holofcener until now as I had her pegged as a kinda noodly, indie throwback to the Sex, Lies and Videotape era. My bad.
Did I tell you about the time I wrote a script for Julia Louis-Dreyfus? It’s no big deal really. She was hired to star in an ad in Israel and someone thought that the script wasn’t funny enough. It started with Ms. Louis-Dreyfus in an elevator eating pretzels making a series of faux pas for which she would have to apologize. I was asked if I could go over the script and, I think the Hollywood term is, ‘punch up’ the gags.
I attacked the draft they sent me with disarmingly naive gusto, switching out “pretzels” for “potato chips” and toning down the casual cruelty of one particular joke and changing another one completely. I sent back my version and promptly forgot about it. There was no expectation of payment, it was a favour for a friend and I thought it would make a good story.
Jump forward a couple of months and I saw the finished commercial on YouTube. I’m proud to say that the ad agency ignored every single one of my edits including where I had Ms. Louis-Dreyfus say, “What a shmendrick!” I didn’t manage to get a single word into Julia Louis-Dreyfus’s mouth, although, as a small consolation, the ad did open with her munching on the much funnier potato chips.
I’d like to think that if they had used more of my material things might have gone a little differently, but I guess we’ll never know.
Also this week I watched Thor: The Dark World. Don’t bother. It’s rubbish.
- Currently reading – The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt – I’m on page 400. Past the halfway point and still absolutely loving it.
- Total no. of levels of Candy Crush completed – 344
- Record no. of acolytes at men’s yoga tonight – 5
- 30 years ago today I got chucked by my 2nd ever girlfriend. We may not have been destined to be together, but boy, was she a great kisser.