“When a beautiful actress is cast in a movie, executives rack their brains to find some kind of flaw in the character she plays that will still allow her to be palatable. She can’t be overweight or not perfect-looking, because who would pay to see that? A female who is not one hundred per cent perfect-looking in every way? You might as well film a dead squid decaying on a beach somewhere for two hours. So they make her a Klutz. The hundred-per-cent-perfect-looking female is perfect in every way except that she constantly bonks her head on things. She trips and falls and spills soup on her affable date (Josh Lucas. Is that his name? I know it’s two first names. Josh George? Brad Mike? Fred Tom? Yes, it’s Fred Tom). The Klutz clangs into stop signs while riding her bike and knocks over giant displays of fine china in department stores. Despite being five feet nine and weighing a hundred and ten pounds, she is basically like a drunk buffalo who has never been a part of human society. But Fred Tom loves her anyway.”—Mindy Kaling on the women who only exist in romantic comedies | Flick Chicks (via rufustfirefly)
“He’s a dream. He’s a dreamboat. He’s so funny. He’s such a funny, quick, very dry…but like high goofy capacity which I always love and really smart and just a great actor. He can really joke around really hard and then he’ll just be like ‘Hey, I really missed you’ I’ll be like, ‘You did?!’ He’ll be like, ‘No, I’m fucking acting, Jesus Christ’”—
A lot of my friends and I are goofballs and we like to goof around and have fun with Adam Scott being one of them. I think a lot of people are now realizing just how funny Adam is and can be with his work now on Party Down and Parks and Recreation. But also in our film he is a tremendously…
Adam Scott: Also, I’m really into nude acting. I think everyone should just get nude for a full day of shooting.
Paul Rudd: It’s true, Adam was always saying how we should take all our clothes off, and we’d be like, Adam, we’re done shooting for the day.
“A bunch of us from the movie went out one night and I had never consumed so much Guinness in one sitting in my life. People drink it like it’s non-fat milk over there. It’s delicious and it goes down so easy, and then all of a sudden I was like, “Wait a second, where the hell am I?” I was so wasted that I totally forgot I was in Ireland.”—Adam Scott on filming Leap Year.
I wrote this back in 2005 when Pope John Paul II passed away. It struck me how I was now old enough to remember where I was when certain historical events, great or small, happened. The moment I heard of the Pope’s death was insignificant. My room mate simply yelled from the living room two and a half words: “Pope’s dead.”
I also recalled what I was doing when Princess Diana died: I was watching Saturday Night Live (Rob Lowe was the host, I believe) and Weekend Update was interrupted. But most vividly and with great detail, I recalled where I was when I found out about the Twin Towers. Ten years ago today, where were you?
Summer had ended and I entered my first year of college. After a full year working at McDonald’s day in day out, it was refreshing to be back in school. Classes had started the week prior (midway through the week) so this was my first class of Basic Communications. It was a Tuesday. It was a boiler of a summer so I took refuge sleeping in the spare bedroom in the basement that was once occupied by my brother Ben. It was much cooler and darker at night and provided a comfortable rest. Nine o’clock in the morning the clock radio starts up and I hear words. I’m awake, lying on my front with my eyes open pretending to be closed when I start piecing those words together – plane, crash, New York, Pentagon, World Trade Centre. At first I think they were words pulled from a dream kind of like reverse talking in your sleep. But I am awake and listen with more attention.
I finally pull myself out of bed and go upstairs. My Mom so kindly offered to drive me to school the previous night. She is in her room cleaning out a drawer or purse when I ask if she’s heard what’s happened. She says no then I tell her “apparently” such and such has happened. She of course doesn’t hesitate to turn to CNN and there it is laying out for us in full detail. The camera fixated on the smoking wound of one of the Two Towers as me and my Mom watched with one hand over a gasping mouth with the occasional “oh my God” escaping her lips. This isn’t real.
She kept the TV on loud as she had some things to do before we left. Despite having class to attend, I kept on watching. A second plane is shown crashing into the other tower as I call out to my Mother who rushes from the kitchen back to her room to watch on. This isn’t real.
I finally pull it together to go to school. We drive with the radio on and my Mom speculating. When I arrive to class, the room is almost empty. We later learn that there are two classrooms with the same number hence the mix up. But as a select few of us sit in patient silence, still not knowing each other very well, someone brings up the attack. This starts a discussion among us like school yard gossip or a “what did you do this weekend” talk. We decided to go to the cafeteria as no doubt people would be there glued to the televisions. The day at school was short as the rest of it was doing just that. Sitting and watching CNN intently. When I went home that day, that’s all I did until at 2am. I remember staying up with Janet watching the news, until I fell asleep on the couch.