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I’m headed to New York tomorrow for the first of what will hopefully be a handful of Young Adult-related events. Movie’s not out until December, but the screenings and advance press (AKA the Ringling Brothers Publicity Circus Feat. “Jumbo the Writer”) start now. ‘Tis the season to be self-conscious! (About myself, not Jason’s film. I’m extremely proud of the latter.)
I bought a really long dress with long sleeves. I’m planning to go full Hasid for this go-round; I find it cuts down on stripper questions & journo bodysnark by about 80%.
For experimental purposes, from here on out, I think I’ll pronounce the “adult” in Young Adult with the stress on the first syllable, ’50s-educational-film-style. I will use this technique to mess with sticklers.
This would be the ideal outcome:
MOVIE BUFF: “Wanna go to the Arclight and see Young Adult? Hm? Oh no, that’s really how it’s pronounced. It’s how the writer says it. You didn’t know that?”
(You know how there are some people who insist on calling Bjork “Byerk,” because that’s the proper Icelandic pronunciation? Sticklers. Watch out! I got your number!)
In the meantime, I’ve been sad because I heard Bobcat Goldthwait (who is actually a really talented writer/director) brought a movie to Toronto that rips on everything stupid about American pop culture; namely, reality TV, Idol, Kardashians and…me? I don’t even consider myself a part of “pop culture” these days. I’m a screenwriter with a hit-or-miss career. I don’t really go out to events. I don’t have a million Twitter followers or a massive fandom (In fact, I seem to have a much larger and more vocal “un-fandom,” if you know what I’m saying.) I would think that to pollute pop culture to such a degree that it warrants being eviscerated in a movie, one would need to be, you know, powerful. Visible. Ubiquitous. I’m none of those things and I haven’t been in a while. Maybe this movie has been on the shelf? Hope so, but I doubt it.
I ordinarily shake these things off, but it sucks extra hard when the criticism comes from someone you admire. Shakes the Clown is an excellent movie. Plus, I always assumed Goldthwait and I were kindred spirits— we both have silly aggro fake names, and we’ve both spent our careers (his long, mine short) trying to transcend the gimmicks we’re known for. Dear Bobcat: Juno is my “growly voice.” Let me evolve, as you have evolved.
What else? The weather is cooling down and I’m going to try out the “Couch to 5K” app again. I did it last fall and blew my knee out, but hope springs eternal. Maybe I should get those weird shoes that look like skeleton feet?
One more thing! The new season of RED BAND TRAILER is coming out really soon. We’re all edited and ready to go. We have a new home at L Studios (the folks who brought you WEB THERAPY) and they will be debuting the new episodes on their website soon. I’ll keep you posted.
See you soon, New York, in my very long dress…