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I am currently accepting a very important call on my hamburger phone at Sea-Tac Airport.

What's that, Mr. Murnau? Oh, I promise to emote convincingly in your picture!

Yesterday was Day 3 of the shoot (for those of you who must "quantify") and it was Movie Camp Supreme. We got to do an "effects" (read: destruction) shot depicting a federal offense, and Olivia Thirlby dedicated the first swing of her crowbar to a certain moon-eyed writer. As I stood in the unceasing B.C. drizzle and watched our gal bash the shit out of a prop, I didn't think the moment could improve. But then J.K. Simmons suddenly materialized at my side, and it did.

I'm on my way back to Minnesota (hence the airport) but with any luck, I'll be back in Vancouver soon enough. After almost two weeks of convoluted travel, a flu, and very little organization, I'm totally Raggedy Ann-ing it. I was out until 3:30 last night watching a covers band acquit the Killers at a ridiculous club called Roxy. Perhaps that wasn't the wisest decision on the night before an 11-hour travel day, but it was worth it if only to learn that Canadian cocktails are not very efficient. It took a lot of drinks to bring down this horse, is what I'm saying.

I rode to the airport with Reitman today, and I had to thank him for handling every shot with such loving, obsessive intuition and care. I'd compare the experience to raising a child with someone and realizing that even though you naturally anticipated he'd be a great parent, it's breathtaking how good he is with her.

Posted by Diablo Cody at February 17, 2007 4:08 PM

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