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I spent my winter/spring writing a script called “Lamb of God.” It’s about a woman who survives a plane crash and loses her faith in everything. (Comedy gold!) Seriously though, it’s not the cynicism-fest implied by the log line. It’s a nice Christmas story.
Yesterday, I ran into Jason “Dave Grohl” Reitman, who has turned two of my scripts into movies that I love. (“Juno,” which you’ve probably seen if you have HBO, and “Young Adult,” which comes out later this year and is the cynicism-fest implied by the log line.) I told Jason about “Lamb” and how I planned to direct this time. Jason seemed very confident in my abilities, but he also predicted that the night shoots in Vegas will induce neon-sick delirium.
“The next time you write something for yourself to direct,” Jason laughed, “every scene will take place indoors, during the day, in a neutral location. It’ll be like: Interior. Kitchen. Noon.”
It’s weird to have a brand new job after three films and three seasons of television. I wrote “Juno” in 2005. I’ve been a writer ever since; sometimes a writer-producer, but a writer all the same. And now I’m…something else. If I hear a certain type of music for a scene, I don’t have to shyly suggest it. I can use it. If I picture an actor in a role, I can offer them said role. Craaaazy. (Ben Fong-Torres voice.) I’m accustomed to riding shotgun. Look, I’ve worked with incredibly generous directors (love you Jason and Karyn, and Craig and Craig and pretty much everyone), but for the first time, I get to be the Captain and Tennille. Holy shit.
I know the new thing online is for everyone to be really mumbly and self-deprecating. If you don’t pretend like you hate yourself and your life, everyone thinks you’re a terrible asshole. But I’m going to take a risk right now and put this out there:
1. I am pleased with this new opportunity.
2. It feels good.