My New Year’s Eve Party Guest List
Get your swag on.
Helen Cassidy Page got me to thinking: If I were to throw a bash on New Year’s Eve, which I haven’t done in ages, who would I invite? Well, aside from some family (note “some”) and close friends, I’d want to rub elbows (and maybe some other body parts) with the following:
Marlon Brando
The mere mention of his name gets my limbs to trembling. The ultimate bad boy and genius actor is, to me, a sexy enigma. The guy had so many skeletons in his closet — rocky childhood, traumatic relationships, a daughter who committed suicide — that he’d fit right in with the rest of us dysfunctional folks. In spite of his superstar status. I would particularly love to hear about his experience working with the troubled Vivien Leigh in Streetcar Named Desire, the Tennessee Williams masterpiece a faded southern belle, Blanche Du Bois who moves in with her sister, Stella Kowalski and Stella’s husband, the brutish Stanley. Fireworks ensue! Did they offscreen, as well?
Gillian Flynn
Ever since reading “Gone Girl,” I’ve been fascinated by this best-selling author and screenwriter. She writes about what I consider to be my metier: Fucked-up women. I would ask her for tips on how to get my screenplays produced as I’ve been beating my fucking head against…
