August 20 2014

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3 posts tagged "Bride Wars"

Casey Wilson Doesn’t Mind If Her Dad Shoots Her Next Film


We first caught up with comedienne Casey Wilson during her freshman season at SNL. Since then the funny girl has been cast alongside Meryl Streep and Amy Adams (in the upcoming Julie & Julia) and named one of Variety‘s “10 Comics to Watch.” The hype for perhaps her biggest project— Bride Wars, the film she co-wrote with her longtime writing partner June Diane Raphael—has been building at a rapid pace, thanks in part to footage of co-stars Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway prepping for some major cinematic catfights. Bride Wars opens in theaters this Friday, and Wilson took some time before the big night to talk to about Don Draper, her fount of inspiration, and channeling cougars. And—attention Hollywood— Wilson and Raphael are looking for a producer for their next script; we’re calling this one a wise investment.

What was the script-writing process like for Bride Wars?

The idea had already been out there. A producer saw me and June performing in this two-woman show we have, Rode Hard and Put Away Wet, in Aspen at the Comedy Arts HBO Festival—this was four years ago—and told us she was looking for people to rewrite Bride Wars. We hadn’t written anything before, but we put together a pitch and basically went over to Kate Hudson’s house. We pitched it to her, and she hired us. God love her.

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Blasblog: In Defense Of The Rom-Com


I’m tired of defending myself. I’m just going to say it: I like a romantic comedy just as much as I like an independent, tear-jerking, complex drama. Last night’s premiere of Bride Wars was just the injection of bubbly sweetness—or “candy canes and bunny rabbits and tampons and pink and smiles and sundresses,” as Kristen Johnson described the genre— that I needed. The film, which stars Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway, focuses on two best friends who become scheming archenemies when their weddings get booked on the same day at the Plaza Hotel. At a time of year where I feel like I’m getting slammed by the box office with serious humanity— Brad Pitt getting young while his girlie gets old; Clint Eastwood getting grumpy and then heroic; Kate Winslet and Leo DiCaprio doing something depressing in the fifties; Meryl Streep accusing Philip Seymour Hoffman of a crime that dare not speak its name; Mickey Rourke being scary and severe in spandex leggings—sometimes you just want to sit in a theater and watch pretty girls do stupid things. And that’s exactly what happens in this feature. Not that one of the producers, who just happens to be the star of the movie, isn’t concerned that I’m alone in my romantic comedy desire. “I’ve never been more nervous about an opening,” said Kate Hudson at a little after-after-party at the Rose Bar. “But that’s because I’ve never been more involved in a film. Five years of my life were spent on this bad boy. It wasn’t like they just gave me that producer credit. I earned it.” In my totally unwarranted cinematic opinion, I think she’ll be all right. That dog movie with Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson has already been out for weeks, which is the only competition in the sweet family movie category. Hudson’s famously plucky attitude came in handy for bathroom breaks, which required the help of two friends and lots of zipper-hunting. But she picked her statuesque Oscar de la Renta gown because it reminded her of the Chrysler Building—and goddamn it, she was going to dress up in it even if everyone else was in jeans. Along with a strong rom-com upper, that’s the dose of optimism everyone in the fashion industry needs.

Photo: Jim Spellman/WireImage

Blasblog: The Department Of Premiere Security Took My Phone


I’ve sacrificed a great deal of personal dignity when it comes to parties. In desperation, I once told a bouncer I was Tom Ford’s nephew. But at the premiere of Bride Wars last night they took from me something more important than integrity or dignity. They took my cell phone. My link to the world. My brain. Not that I didn’t put up a fight. At first I lied and said I didn’t have one (ha!). Then I told the pushy cell phone collection people that I was seeing another movie and tried to sneak in the side door. That last move nearly got me and fellow mobile device-dependent moviegoer Tara Subkoff escorted off the premises. Apparently they were taking everyone’s. (Here’s the bucket of phones pictured here.) Inside, Nate Berkus was equally upset. “Why didn’t they just put my right arm into one of those plastic bags too?” he asked me. Although, now that I think about it, I think he was making fun of me for being so upset by being sans cell for a brief two hours. But still, those numbers and text messages getting in the wrong hands is all I could think about for the next two hours. And for the record, I can barely open attachments on this thing, much less record movies and shift them to the Asian market. Let’s hope this doesn’t become common practice for premieres, people.