Ladies,
Lars has officially sent through the contract for Cami - thoughts?
While I like that she's at a point where directors that are not Max Iannello feel comfortable offering parts directly to her, I am not sold on this.
Reputation concerns me - do we forget the Nazi comments at Cannes? He is a wild card and I do not trust that, having read the script, he will handle this subject matter in a tasteful way, much less speak about it coherently. Do we really want to risk a press conference where he waxes poetic about Cami's tits and why they were nailed to a car?
Also concerned about working conditions, especially in light of everything that happened with Aronofsky. (Still not thrilled you let her work with him after hearing how terrible he was to Natalie, but that's a whole separate conversation.) Everything Nicole Kidman and Bjork has said about him makes me think it may not be the best option for her at this point.
Shocked you are considering this an option considering how poorly you reacted to everything on the mother set, Phil.
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Please don't talk about me like I'm not on the email strings, Mer.
I like the script, and it's not a very big part. Shooting probably wouldn't last very long for me. I think it would be fine.
Can you tell him I want to do it, P?
Wish we could have this conversation in person, but I guess that's the nature of conflicting schedules.
I do not think it's wise to take the part. I will defer to Phil's judgment on whether or not it fits your trajectory, yes, but from a PR standpoint? I do not think you should make a habit of working with problematic directors. You are not Emma Stone, you cannot do things like work with predatory, questionable directors (Woody Allen) and choose poor parts (white wash an Asian woman) and come out the other end with an Oscar. This is a thankless role and you need to pick your directors carefully.
How about we see if we can get you in front of del Toro? Phil - thoughts? I know Crimson Peak didn't work out, but he liked you. Perhaps he's got something in the pipeline.
I am only thinking of your well being, Camilla.
Phil, please pass along our regrets that she will not be taking the part.
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Ok, if you think it's best.
Will do, drafting an email now.
I would appreciate if, in the future, you ran things like this by me before passing it along to Cami. There's no point dangling things in front of her we won't let her take.
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"We"? I'm sorry, are you the agent or am I? I'm doing you a courtesy by looping you in at all.
When you make bullshit calls like this, I may as well be. You need to consider parts from all angles, not just what might round out a filmography well.
It isn't rocket science.
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Got your presents this morning - I would have waited to open them, but I'm really greedy and I was very excited. Diamonds, Michael?! You shouldn't have. I mean, I'll never say no to them and I love love LOVE them, but, seriously. You shouldn't have. (I do look good in Cartier, though, I'll give you that.)
I miss you. It's been, what, a month since we've seen each other? Which isn't that bad, really, when we've both got filming to do, but - still. You're right, though, we should probably be a little more careful with it; I think we played it pretty cool when I ran into you and the she-demon at Nobu, though, don't you? Who knew the bathrooms were so spacious 😏
Anyway, Merry Christmas. This is just part one of the gift - can't wait to be in St Tropez with you, you deserve a break from the she-demon xxxxx
[attached are various nude photos]
M,
Morning, boo. Or, I guess it's night there for you, isn't it? Timezones are fucked, huh? I can't ever keep them straight. I know I complain about this a lot, but it's still true. It helps that neither of us have normal sleep schedules, I guess. You could be awake, for all I know. I hope you're getting better sleep, though. I don't like the idea of you only getting an hour or two, I'm worried you're going to, like... wander around the street and get hit by a car because you're too sleepy to remember to look both ways. So, get more sleep, is what I'm getting at.
Do you know what quote I never quite understood?"Tis better to have loved and lost
It always just seems like such shit, doesn't it? This seems out of the blue, I know, but the woman I'm renting the house in Budapest from has a bunch of Tennyson on her shelf, so of course I had to give it all a read (we're doing a lot of night shoots, so my schedule is fucked anyway). You know I love him. But, this? Never could wrap my head around it. Maybe it's because I've never really been in love in general - in a romantic sense, I guess; I fall in love with people every day, but never the way they do in the movies, never that all consuming, know-in-your-gut love that seems to make people crazy, which sometimes makes me wonder if I'm broken or something but then I remember I don't actually give a fuck - so I don't get the sentiment. But it seems like it would hurt more, don't you think? To love someone so fiercely and lose them. That's why I put all my love in people that I'll never lose, I guess. You, Nic, Lex, Travis, people like that. The good ones. I see what Travis goes through with Cass (you better still be keeping that under your belt, because only me and Ed and I think maybe Nic know about them, technically), and just - I don't know. It seems easier to not worry about it. If being wired differently is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
Than never to have loved at all."
Anyway, I hope New York is treating you well. Or, as good as it can treat you without me there to brighten the joint up. I read through some of what you sent over - the rewrites? It's already so, so much better. Greenberg's not very good, is he? I suppose that's to be expected, because didn't I read somewhere that this was his first script? I guess I should go easy on him because of that. Everyone was a first-timer once. Maybe I'm just biased, because yours are always so good right off the bat. Is it weird, working on something sci-fi? You're doing great, but I know it's not exactly in your wheelhouse. This is good practice for when you write me my space opera, though, huh? Make sure it's better than Repo! The Genetic Opera. Was that a space opera, technically? Idk, just make sure it's better than that.
Hope you're getting some grade-a tail out there, baby. Get you some good pussy. (Or dick, whatever you're feeling.)
Love, C
P.S. Can't wait to see you Saturday, I'll be at the airport with a bedazzled sign and everything xoxo
C,
Fuck Tennyson.
It's evening now. Late. Or early. Depends on when you sleep - and where you are. I slept for fourteen hours, most of them consecutive, are you proud? Exxen (I fucking hate him and his stupid ass name, but his shit is good) hooked me up with a different strain and my brain, my body, my everything shut down in the best way. No dreams, no nightmares, just a crisp nothingness I slipped into from one day until the next. Do you ever feel as though you awake renewed? Because, for a moment (or fourteen of them), the whole of the world stops existing? Recharging like that once in a blue moon is otherworldly. Highly recommend it. My yelp review is a solid five stars, will repeat in a few months.
Anyway, yeah. Fuck Tennyson. I don't know what Travis has gone through with Cass (and, rest assured, that's nothing something I would spill - you know me), but I've seen instances that just, fuck, you scratch your head and you wonder why? That pain, like someone's severed a limb or eviscerated you clean of your innards? That longing, as though you've been hollowed and pieces of you have gone missing for you've given them to another? That insanity, because fuck if there's anything particularly sane about romantic love, if it's real and not a Hallmark construct people have come to believe from the movies, the songs, the poems like this. You know I'm the first one to admit that I believe there's a beauty to suffering - they're hand-in-hand and when you want to make art in its most visceral, genuine capacity, you can't have one without the other. But there's something about the notion of love that's different. If it does exist, Tennyson's insane. Tennyson's never truly felt it.
Sometimes, I can't decide. You know. If I want to. It's so fucking saccharine, assuming it's attainable. It's so complicated. The love that I do feel, it's no less real. Huh. Suddenly, this turned into some defensive symposium with myself through an email to you. Bizarre. Must be all the sleep.
Tomorrow's a dinner with the devil - Berto. He asked if I was bringing you along this time. Honestly, he sounded too eager, so you're not coming around for a while. Please don't tell me you've been texting him again. I will sleep with your stepmother, Cam. I'll do it. But dinner. Did I tell you he has a table at Eleven Madison Park? Acts like he's a real cock-of-the-rock because of it. I'm not impressed. Until then, taking a little break from writing. Clearing my head. Plucked Pnin from the bookshelf. Take a wrong train with me one day, would you?
Tell me about your favorites parts of set. Literally - set pieces or nooks you've found to rest in. Figuratively - the moods, the camaraderie. Tell me what's on your mind. Tell me what you're struggling with, what could be better, what you thought would be different.
I fucking miss you, you supernova hot devil woman.
Oh, and this week alone? Some dick, some pussy, my bed's been kept warm, thanks for your concern. Get yours, too, babygirl.
Yours,
M
(Three days, give or take.)
M,
I like hearing your thoughts on things like this, on things like relationships and love and all of it. Sometimes, I think it would be nice to crawl into your brain and just stay there for awhile, parceling through all your innermost thoughts. I know we pretty much already do that, as much as we talk, but you know what I mean. I hope you know what I mean, at least. It's funny, I say that relationships aren't worth it, and yet - we had this conversation, didn't we? About how I thought marriage was kind of a nice idea? I go back and forth on it, clearly. How can I think marriage sounds sweet but then also think relationships are shit? That's not rhetorical, I'm genuinely asking. Sometimes I think you make better sense of me than I make of myself.
How was dinner with Berto? Tell me everything, especially how many times he asked about me. You can't keep us apart, Max, we've gotten too fond of each other. ONLY TEASING; I haven't texted him in ages. Maybe that's why he was so eager to see if I was coming, because I've been ignoring him. I think I was leading him on a little too much there a month or so ago, so I've been trying to stop that. You know how I am, I don't know when to quit. Stay away from Kelly, though, she's just stupid enough to think sleeping with you would be a good idea.
Set is amazing. Well, mostly amazing. I worry, just a little. Not about anyone else; Jack and Will are great. But Hereditary did so well, and Toni was so incredible? That's a lot to try and live up to. But it's been great so far, and I'm sure it will continue to be great. I made friends with one of the set decorators, Lisa, and she's shown me all the good places to take naps. You'd think it would be my trailer, but I weirdly prefer curling up on the set itself? I wonder how many shots there'll be of me in the fetal position by a barn or something. I bet Toni never curled up on set. Maybe I should channel her a bit more.
Jack's partner, Madeline, has been on set lately; she's so charming. She's one of those women you can't help but stare at - like, because you can't believe someone that lovely exists in real life? Anyway, so, flowers are big at these mid-summer Swedish festivals, evidently, and we have a lot on set because of it, and she and I just sat one day and braided them into each other's hair. It was cute, because I remember doing that back in elementary school, when we'd go out at recess and pick the little weeds that looked like flowers and make crowns out of them. I need things like that, I think, on these sets. I was a little concerned about doing another horror film, after everything that happened with mother? But this one hasn't affected me quite like that. I think it's because Ari's so cheerful, and because of things like this, things that are sweet and wholesome and not touched by creepy pagan cults and things. You being here will help, too. You always ground me.
When are we hopping on that train, by the way? Just say the word. Hopefully our wrong train ride doesn't end in seizures and visions of dead people.
Love, C
C,
Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. There's a difference in the connotations between a relationship and marriage. I suppose it's true you cannot feasibly have the latter without the former, but swing it around and a relationship is not always indicative that marriage is next. In fact, I'd argue the numbers are incredibly skewed against it if we're talking probability. That one point is guaranteed to lead to the next. Maybe fifty years ago, yes. But today? No. No, definitely not. There are too many variables, too many options, but the difference - a romantic relationship can be fleeting, a struggle to maintain, whereas marriage represents more of a partnership, perhaps? Something lasting and eternal. Unwavering in spite of dalliances. That stability. That promise. It's romanticized. I've gone and done it, fuck me, but I can very seldom - like now, this is one of those ultra-rare moments wherein I'm not a snide, jaded prick on the subject - see the appeal. Maybe it would be nice. Not necessarily for me, but. Oh, I don't know.
Berto was - is - Berto. Deeply critical, abhorrent of praise, tirelessly aloof, self-congratulatory - did you know his latest auction at Christie's managed to net a cool million and a quarter? Yeah, well, I heard about it ad nauseam. To answer your question, the number of Camilla James Inquiries stood at four-point-five. Again, he asked if I've 'gotten it in.' Words I could live an eternity without hearing my father speak in reference to you or anyone in my personal life. That snide little smile of his set me on edge when he told me I ought to bring you around next time. So, that banishment will see an extension. Aside from that, he asked if I plan to screen Silver Lake in New York; he actually wishes to be present, but I suspect he's angling for something. Haven't figured out what just yet. But hey, look - Kelly's pretty hot, I would be a legend to steal away one of Theo's wives. Don't worry, though. I'll refrain.
When I visit next week, I'll be the one documenting your nap nooks in great detail. I'm glad to hear that your reservations haven't taken hold, that there's not a bleed between takes and from your performance. This set sounds warmer, figuratively speaking. Will you and Madeline be braiding flowers into my hair? This is a not hesitation, but an eager request - I wish to join your circle of crowns. Remember, half a Swede, it'll be like coming home. (Just kidding, I usually ignore my Swedish side, excluding my affinity for the meatballs.) How's Ari as a director? Do you dig his style? He better be praising you to the heavens for being a fucking treasure, a fucking vision, a fucking revelation. Fuck.
It's a train we're taking as soon as we're free. As soon as we escape. I wonder where our wrong train would take us. It might not be the happiest venture. Reading away with Pnin still and it struck me, this line: "Is sorrow not, one asks, the only thing in the world people really possess?" Made me think. Though it seems sort of melancholic, doesn't it ring of truth? It's easiest to dwell on the negatives. Positivity takes work. Leads you to believe, then, that happiness is fleeting and thus, at our core, we truly possess only sorrow. Its antithesis is but temporary to harness as we're capable. Hmm. A thinker.
Tomorrow, I leave. My flight leaves JFK at 5:30pm with an 8:15am arrival in Budapest the next morning. You promised glitter on the sign that welcomes me, didn't you? I'm expecting just that. And your giddy face!
Yours,
M
My assistant is still showing several casting meetings for Jay this week. You both do know I was serious, don't you? We don't need to see any more girls.
Camilla is Jay.
Mamma,
Apologies. It's been quite a long time. If either of us stopped to count just how long it's been, we might lapse into too much guilt to hedge forward. I'll admit, it's happened... often. To me, at least. Pride does a number, does it not? It drives wedges and holds grudges and informs the distance maintained over so many years. There are apologies there, but perhaps they're better spoken than written. A two-way street, too. (Three-way? Hello, Pierre.)
It's your birthday, isn't it? You used to love celebrating it, though you never admitted to your age. Back then, I never quite understood it. It seemed a joke, little more. Now, I suppose the stigma of a woman's prime is still so prevalent. What a world we live in. There was one party - God, I must have been... six? seven? Your mother was fussing over arrangements for who knows what and we were supposed to leave. Were we visiting Gothenburg? That's where she's from, yes? Well, I remember that I was impatient, running a-fucking-mock, so you took my hand, led me outside, and told me we'd dance instead. Never did learn how to stand en pointe, but... I don't know why that came back to me now. It wasn't anything special, it was just a moment.
Well, happy birthday, mama. I hope you have more than just a moment.
Maxime
Maxime,
Det är väldigt snällt av dig.
Max,
Did you happen to check the last email Jake sent? We need your input by day's end.
Jordan Cerf
WME Entertainment
Los Angeles, CA
I thought by now my lack of response would be, in and of itself, response enough.
The fact that either of you truly considered the next in an endless string of sequel-saga-franchise fuckups an actual option is astounding. Is this seriously what I pay either of you for? We should reconsider your salaries, because my name is not going to grace a single page of any Die Hard sequel in any capacity. If Len wants to toss even a special thanks my way, he can go fuck himself. I'm not doing it.
Listen, the only sequel I'd ever want to do would be the third installment on the brilliance that is Bill and Ted, so you can scrap the next Top Gun from the list, too. I'm not interested. The same goes for The Flash. Word is an adaptation of Flashpoint, and done faithfully so, isn't the biggest priority to DC right now. It would be my sole interest in DC.
There, before end of day, you have my response.
Come on, Max. You should consider the fact that there are offers on the table. It's not a quest for funding, but a sure thing. That leads to making the projects you handcraft yourself. Be smart, just take a minute and consider it.
Len's asking you to rewrite, that's a good deal.
I'm sure there's a part for Cami, if you're afraid Aronofsky's going to keep stealing her.
Jordan Cerf
WME Entertainment
Los Angeles, CA
Both of you can lovingly fuck off.
Add to the list of things I wholeheartedly thought would seal the deal. Swing and miss, Cerf.
Yeah, really thought it was a sure thing. If anything is the center of that man's universe, it's her, but... ya win some, ya lose some. We'll try again next time. It was, admittedly, a bad idea to go with a sequel. Fucker hates sequels.
Jordan Cerf
WME Entertainment
Los Angeles, CA
Max, you lazy shit!
I asked you, uhhhh, over a week ago to send me over a list of potential guests I can try to hawk for the next round of releases. Let me guess, it was lost in the mail? Carrier pigeon shot down over the Atlantic? Too busy sniffing out next week's bedwarmer? I'm kidding, I'm kidding, but I don't think you realize the time it takes me to make these arrangements. I can't just snap my fingers and poof a guest out of thin air. We can't all be Samantha, but fuck knows I've tried.
Anyway, I'll stop giving you so much grief if you respond with your thoughts on some potentials I'm suggesting. How does that sound?
Camilla James: obviously you're going to want her back.
Edgar Wright: genius, does podcasts, why not?
Guillermo del Toro: will be promoting Scary Stories, you love Devil's Backbone.
Elizabeth Banks: could use a female director.
Dee Rees: for the same reason.
Roman Perrish: speaks for himself.
Pete Davidson: since he nabbed Kate Beckinsale when you could never.
Luke Silva: isn't he in Cami's new movie?? MAKE IT HAPPEN, MAX!
Chase Albright: You is hothothot, use your own connections.
Ari Aster: can he follow up Hereditary with another mindbending horror epic?
Taika Waititi: my personal pipe dream, because he is DREAMY.
I hope you enjoyed my notes.
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Hold on, I have to mansplain you first: Samantha twitched her nose. Alright, let's see.
Camilla James: Might be a bit, we joked about what we CAN'T talk about and I think that was a downer. But I know she's game for another appearance or two whenever possible.
Edgar Wright: Sure, I'll give him a ring.
Guillermo del Toro: We both know I'd die.
Elizabeth Banks & Dee Rees: Add Bambi to the list, too.
Roman Perrish: Only if the gold angel wings are a special guest. Video podcast.
Pete Davidson: Meh, I'd rather have Thorsten Meyer.
Luke Silva: That's a giant "fuck no" from me on the Spider-Twink, P.
Chase Albright: Good idea.
Ari Aster: Yes and yes.
Taika Waititi: We both know I would seduce him first.
I'm going to take your notes under advisement, but "Spider-Twink"? Excuse me, what? Luke would be a pretty fucking exquisite get for the podcast, Max. You have a connection: use it. He's going to be promoting Avengers and Spider-Man long before he promotes Devil and we both know the listener numbers would skyrocket just by mentioning him. That's at least three conversations you could plot out with him and each time, we'll climb a bit higher and probably retain listeners because you're not the worst host on the planet. I mean, you're no Maron, but you try.
Seriously, dude, what do you have against Luke Silva?
And where are your suggestions? I'm not doing all the work here.
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Don't come at me with your "my opinion is better" shit. His turn as Spider-Man has been entirely overrated and he'll bring absolutely nothing to the table conversationally. I don't want him on the podcast. He's not coming on the podcast. Fuckin' hate that kid, okay?
John Carpenter: If you could score him, I'd give you my firstborn.
Claire Denis: She's a legend, so that ought to suffice.
Dan Gilroy: It'd be interesting to discuss the lackluster reviews each of our films received; to parse out our vision vs that which other sees. I think he's fucking phenomenal, anyway.
Alex Honnold: Because I got super fucking into climbing recently.
Tommy Caldwell: Same reason, but he's less arrogant.
Jimmy Chin: Same reason again, but he's a filmmaker.
Debra Granik: Leave No Trace was incredible.
Nehemiah Prince: Into the Spider-Verse was massive, Detective Pikachu will be huge - he's an interesting dude.
Stazzi: But only if Cami takes my place as host.
You shouldn't forget those on the docket, either. Nic is set to record week after next in Portugal, you'll be there - you're welcome. Ryan, I bet I could convince him. Olivia Colman is in... April? Fuck, I still can't believe her people said YES. Aronofsky backed out. Again. No surprise there. Panos and Rainn are rounding out April and May. But I'm still vetoing Leo, uh... forever.
Oh, my god, it happened. Just like mama always said: I rolled my eyes too hard and now they're stuck. You're a jerk, Max. Luke would be fantastic, but whatever, let's shoot the podcast in the foot.
I'd be co-hosting with Cami for Stazzi and we both know it.
But you and Leo would have so much to talk about, Max. Saving the environment, yacht parties, chasing 20-something tail...
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Eat my whole ass, Pet.
Oh, and add the Duplass brothers, please?
P.S. I watched Infinity War again and it's still a steaming pile a hogshit. I cheered when Spider-Man was dust in the wind, where's my three hours back?
Thorsten and Charlotte,
Thanks so much for meeting with me today in regards to your home search. As I said, I'd love to represent you as your dedicated realtor. I'm more than certain we will be able to find something and have you moved in before September.
So that I can ensure I've got everything correct to begin pulling up inventory from our listings, please send over your must haves, preferred neighborhoods, price range, and anything else you think I would need to know to make this experience as seamless as possible for you both.
Once I've received that, I'll send over various options for initial interest and should you find any of them worth pursuing, Jordan will coordinate with Liam, Lindsay and Sasha to set up a time for some viewings.
Thank you again and please send Carsten my regards!
Best,
Ryan Serhant
The Serhant Team
Ryan,
Let me just apologize in advance for being picky. I would love to stay on the UES or close to my store and studio in Midtown, but I’m open to other neighborhoods in Manhattan. I think we’ve agreed a 4/3 would be ideal so we have room to expand our family in the near future, but we do need, at minimum, three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Other than that, my biggest must have is closet space in the master bedroom because we both hoard clothes and I’d love a tub or, at least, room to put one in.
For budget, we decided our max would be about 6M, but I might be willing to fudge that number up a little for the perfect place—just don’t tell Thorsten or his pretty little head might explode.
Thanks,
Charlotte
Ryan,
In speaking with Charlotte, she told me about her wants which I share. She mentioned looking at other areas, but I'd like to stay near UES or Midtown for her sake so let's focus effort there.
My must haves: if we can manage to find something with a den and a terrace or some sort of private outdoor space that's in budget (6M is the number we agreed upon, but to clarify, I'm fine with that being 6M pre-closing costs), that would be great. Secured building with a doorman 24/7 and other building amenities like a gym, pool, concierge service would be stellar, too.
Thank you,
Thorsten
Don't get upset, but Ana and her team paid for the Chicago trip already. We're still wiring them the money, but they needed to make moves before the wire went through to secure everything ASAP.
Andy Elkin
Kovert Creative
Oh, fuck off with that bullshit excuse. She wants to look like she's saving the day with her team and her fucking money. If you have to take a god damn bag of cash on a plane and fly it to them, do it.
Tell me how you really feel, T.
Andy Elkin
Kovert Creative
WHO THE FUCK NEEDS A $9K A NIGHT ROOM TO STAY IN FOR ONE FUCKING DAY?
How are you surprised by any of this? You dated her for four years. You need to behave tomorrow. Don't be an asshole.
Andy Elkin
Kovert Creative
I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown having to relive a relationship that ended years ago with someone I can't even look in the fucking eye. I don't even want to be breathing the same air as her. I'll behave how I want to behave if you want me to keep any part of my sanity. Fuck her, fuck her team.
Unless you want Jacqueline's foot so far up your ass that you'll be tasting the gum she stepped on earlier that day, then you will behave.
Andy Elkin
Kovert Creative
Matt Zoller Seitz @ Roger Ebert: 3 out of 4 stars
Kate Erbland @ IndieWire: B+
Guy Lodge @ Variety: Meyer continues to subvert his square-cut fratboy handsomeness with a plaintive streak of boyish insecurity. ... The Netflix-era romantic comedy hasn’t found its Nora Ephron yet, but its Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan vacancies have possibilities.
Rolling Stone is saying 'Set It Up' has resurrected the modern rom com.
Ladies and gentlemen, Thorsten Meyer is the next Tom Hanks.
Andy Elkin
Kovert Creative
AYE.
Look at me.
Look at me.
I am the captain now.
Yeah but LA Times: "The sort of strained, protracted romantic-comedy that gives the genre a bad rap."
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Suck on my giant Wilson balls, Lieberman.
Are you just going to make references to any Tom Hanks movie now?
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Josh, why ask questions you already know the answers to?
Andy Elkin
Kovert Creative
I'd like to thank the Academy. And the fake motherfucker named Armie Hammer who swears he's never met me every single time he sees me for passing on the part because it was "below him". We all know he's only getting by on his pedigree. I've got more talent in the tip of my dick than he does in his whole limp chode of a body.
Anyway, if I'm the next Tom Hanks, can we do something to ensure my hairline won't have a tragic receding end?
1. Your father is Christoph Meyer. Talk about pedigree. 2. You're already making demands?
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We're about to go to the mattresses.
That's a Godfather reference.
Andy Elkin
Kovert Creative
Yean, but most importantly, You've Got Mail, you uncultured swine.
Mijn liefdes,
This email has the the brochure for the rehabilitation center your father will be attending. I went ahead and booked everyone flights to Berlin for tomrorow until the 5th. I also took care of your transportation to and from the airport. Thorsten, the car will be by around 6 AM to pick you up first. Kiersten and Carsten, be ready by 6:30, please.
And Carsten, I know that you wanted to stay in a hotel, but I think it's best we all stay with your father as we work through this intervention. You remember the last time, don't you? Took us days to get him to agree to seek treatment. This needs to be our main focus to make sure he gets the help he needs.
Please don't "miss" your flight this time, Thorsten.
Ik hou van jou.
Mom, I love you, but how many times are we going to do this? I know we all agreed this was the best thing, but why do we keep trying to help someone who doesn't want to help themselves?
At least he'll have 360-degree views over mountians, alpine meadows, woodlands, and Lake Geneva. Certainly worth the $160k.
We're going to keep doing this until he fully recovers, Thorsten. Get over it.
Kiersten Meyer Gilliam, MD F.A.C.O.G.
Women's Care New York OB/GYN Specialists
Or until he dies. Whichever comes first. I'm betting the latter.
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Holy shit. I'm finally not the biggest asshole in this family.
Carsten, you think that was funny? Your father dies and you will regret every single bad word you've ever thrown his way and every single bad thought you've had of him.
He's not perfect and he has his issues, but we're his family. Wanneer er problemen komen, is het je familie die je steunt. It's our duty to help him through the darkness until he comes to the light. If you don't want to do that, too bad. Put on your big boy briefs and show up for him the same way he would for you.
I expect each and every one of you to be supportive, respectful, and present during this. If you can't do that, I will assume that since you don't want to deal with him, you don't need his money either. Do you all undertstand?
I will see you all in Berlin.
Willa,
I always did regret allowing you to audition for that film when you were a child, and your current behaviour is just solidifying the suspicions I had years ago. This career of yours has completely changed you from the girl I raised. You were once driven, dedicated, and intelligent, and now I have to see photos of you stumbling out of pubs in the arms of a different git every week. If you could refrain from appearing drunk in the Daily Mail again (and again), it would be greatly appreciated. And if I have to walk in on an intern showing pictures of you to his friends and bragging about "hooking up" with you again, I will have both your bloody heads on a platter. I recognise that this must be your way of rebelling after your mother died, but surely you can see that this behaviour cannot go on forever. There will be dire consequences, Willa, and I'm not just talking about from me.
We need to speak in person, but I have an important case and can't meet until noon on the 30th. Please confirm that this date fits into your busy schedule of doing God knows bloody what.
Dad
Cheers,
Hey, thanks for suddenly deciding to play Mr. Mum. 25 years late, I'm afraid. I'm busy the 30th. Big plans with your intern actually. Feel free to ring my agent if you'd like to schedule a formal meeting at a later date.
Willa