I’ve never pasted a celeb’s photo in my locker or on a vanity mirror or the inside of a binder even, but these two look so good that I just wish I’d the cajones to post it (this photo) on my bedroom wall.
I really admire people who carry their looks and their selves with like honesty. (And not precisely honesty, more like —acceptance— or —humility—.) It’s really easy for anyone (of any age or career bent) to like pretend or transform themselves into something that’s not technically or personality-wise accurate.
These two directors aren’t just real brilliant at what they do — they’ve done it within the dreaded Hollywood Machine and have been successful, viz. last year’s best pics.
The fact that they can sit there (probably waiting to receive some prizes & cashes) and be happy and confident and seem real is the kind of thing I get all warmed up about and fuzzy on the inside. Yes, they’re obviously millionaires and wildly successful, but that’s not what I see when I look here.
A bunch of directors that I love (Hitchcock, Truffaut, Wes Anderson) look kind of dingbatty and get-thee-to-a-Salvation-Army in any photo they’re in. Here, obviously not posing but just chilling out at a press conference (?) or somethin, these two give me the feeling that they fit their own skin.
Like they know they’re flawed and they know they’re successful but neither factor changes their gait or mien or demeanour. You and I both know this is A LOT to read into just some lame press event pic, but it sets off this little rumba inside me that takes glee from such direct existing, like these two do.
(The reality, of course, is probably way more twisted and less inspiring, but that’s just how I see it. Today.)
Amen. I’d like to add that Kathryn Bigelow is fucking gorgeous in this picture; I could just be imagining it but it looks like she has elfish ears sticking out of the cascades of sunny hair, and I love the contrast of how she’s holding her arms with the wide open expression on her face.
Another fun example of a director re: the above is Jason Reitman, who looks a little bit like an overgrown teenager and maybe for this reason seems to have a devilish streak to him: I imagine clueless reporters fawning over him and him giving somewhat facetious answers with a totally straight face - he’s like an imp in the Hollywood system, messin’ with ya.
