Taking a break "on set"

I grant you that it's not a very good picture, but you try and take a clandestine picture of two midgets dressed as fraternity mascots. At dusk. Drunk, and with a cellphone. And I meant to say "little people."

I was walking the dog and walked right into a Big Hollywood Production, which if you live in Toronto isn't very unusual. We are Hollywood North afterall.

Anyway, the dog was very curious about all the people and vehicles bordering his park, and insisted on having a good sniff around. That's when one of those ubiquitous "crew" people wearing a headset and walking with an air of authority asked, no demanded that we not get too close to the trailers housing the "talent." I didn't ask her what the movie was; I hate those people. "Oh, how exciting! What are you filming?! Blah. Blah." I didn't ask her, but she told me anyway. It's American Pie Part ??. I haven't seen the others, although Jason does have a thing for one of the actors I think. Anyway, before I could not act excited or ask her any juicy questions about the production, she also told me that she "wouldn't tell me what it was about so I'd be surprised." Well. This immediately reminded me of the great scene in Gosford Park when my beloved Maggie Smith has the following exchange with the Hollywood Film Producer at Dinner:



(Producer describing a movie he's making, with our Maggie in Bold):

Most of it takes place at
a shooting party in a country house,
sort of like this one,
actually.

A murder in the middle of the night.
A lot of guests for the weekend.


Everyone's a suspect.
That sort of thing.


How horrid.

And who turns out
to have done it?

I couldn't tell you that.
It would spoil it for you.


- Oh, but none of us will see it.

What I can tell you is that the film somehow revolves around two little people who are dressed in humiliating costumes. Cause, you know, little is really funny. Or maybe the Little People are the ones who are really laughing at us and Hollywood for paying them just because they're little. I can't remember what we're supposed to think anymore.

Worth Repeating:

I just transcribed the first couple of paragraphs from the weeknd paper to email to someone and think it's worth repeating:

(from The Globe and Mail's London UK Correspondant):

I felt a peculiar swell of national pride on hearing that Ottawa had happily agreed to hold its huge annual Canada Day celebration in London on June 30, because Trafalgar Square had already been requested for July 1 by something called EuroPride Day.

In order to leave room for a same-sex bacchanal, Canada uncomplainingly moved its national day and had its fireworks and rock concerts yesterday. Can you imagine any other country doing this? "Sorry, Mr. President, the gays have the Fourth booked this year, so we're moving it to the third. That okay with you?"

Hope you had a good long weekend everyone.