![An Open Letter to Brad Pitt From the ‘Moneyball’ Props Department
I don’t know if all this prop destruction was written into Aaron Sorkin’s script (with lines like [Billy Beane hears Art Howe isn’t going to put wildcard Scott Hatteberg in for Carlos Pena at first base and in a muted rage, he overturns his desk, destroying the prop department’s six weeks of work getting all the details right]) or if we’ve got Bennet Miller’s haphazard directing to blame. Either way, the tally of props you destroyed during filming was too high for a movie that wasn’t about destruction like 2012 or Cloverfield or Independence Day.
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An Open Letter to Brad Pitt From the ‘Moneyball’ Props Department
I don’t know if all this prop destruction was written into Aaron Sorkin’s script (with lines like [Billy Beane hears Art Howe isn’t going to put wildcard Scott Hatteberg in for Carlos Pena at first base and in a muted rage, he overturns his desk, destroying the prop department’s six weeks of work getting all the details right]) or if we’ve got Bennet Miller’s haphazard directing to blame. Either way, the tally of props you destroyed during filming was too high for a movie that wasn’t about destruction like 2012 or Cloverfield or Independence Day.
I wrote this tongue-in-cheek letter for Movies.com and no one gets that it’s a joke! Hurray!
An Open Letter to the Cast and Crew of ‘The Hunger Games’ Regarding How to Not Mess This Up
I wrote this love letter to The Hunger Games for Movies.com. In which The Hunger Games is NOT the next Twilight.
An Open Letter to Christian Bale Regarding the 1992 Film ‘Newsies’
I’m writing for Movies.com now! So here’s this love letter to the movie ‘Newsies.’ Oof.
On Saturday night, Josh and I went to go see Harry Potter at the Magic Johnson 9 Theater near my apartment in Harlem.
Josh paid for the tickets and then went to find us seats, while I waited in line to get us concessions.
At the counter, I struck up a little friendship with the girl working there after I asked if they had Dr. Pepper and she replied with an emphatic, “I wish!” We chatted a little as she got me my candy and soda. As I was paying, I noticed her nametag said “Courtney The Wiz.”
Wanting to continue being friendly, I asked, “What are you the Wiz at?”
Courtney looked confused.
“Your nametag,” I said. “What are you the Wiz at? Are you the person who fixes the projector or are you just like, really good at movie trivia?”
Suddenly, she just started laughing hysterically at me. Once she pulled herself together, she informed me that every employee of the theater had both their name and their favorite movie on their nametag. Her name was Courtney.
“And my favorite movie is ‘The Wiz!’” she said, still dying laughing at me.
I put my hand over my face, embarrassed.
“Oh my god,” I said.
“Did you think the girl who sold you your ticket was called ‘American Beauty?’” she rhetorically asked.
“Oh my god,” I said.
