You know how on talk shows they put people in fat suits to see how the world treats others differently? Every woman should dress up like Courtney Stodden for one night and see how much people hate blondes in short skirts and high heels.
Would you read a book about a smart ass 17 year old witch who lived in an alternate reality where Camelot was actual history (and still the capital of England)? All she wants to do is become a sorceress, but a rumor starts that Excalibur is hidden somewhere on her property and because she’s due to inherit the estate, kings and knights and wizards flock to woo her and her uncle might be trying to take over the world and she falls in love with the revolutionary descendant of Mordred and she’s a descendant of the Lady of Shalott and there’s a curse that all women in her family die before the age of 25 and there are bunnies.
Would you read that? I might write it, so I’m just curious.
“Sisterhood is powerful, but to pretend that women aren’t competitive is like saying men aren’t competitive. Laraine would hear more applause for Gilda’s name in the montage and she’d lose self-confidence. It was like being in a family, with all the sibling rivalry.”—Lorne Michaels for all of the truth bombs.
Yesterday I watched The Big Chill(1983) for the first time and while I enjoyed the film and the actors’ performances, I was horrified by the massive issues in what I call “Wine Continuity”.
Spoiler alert! There are a lot of glasses of wine in this film, but hardly any of them are actually sipped from. In fact, in most scenes, wine glasses are everywhere, but with one exception that I noticed (Glenn Close’s glass in the living room scene where they talk about their friend’s suicide is empty), all of the glasses are half filled. Time in the scene will go on and the level of the wine in the glasses barely moves. It’s as though the actors wanted to play drunk on set, but they didn’t want to show the audience how their characters got drunk. In one scene my BFF Jeff Goldblum actually falls asleep with a glass of wine in his hands.* William Hurt takes the glass, but then he never sips it. He just holds it as he chats up Meg Tilly’s character.
I have considered the idea that the reason all the glasses are always half-full is to metaphorically connect to the film’s overall themes of life, death, and mid-life crises. However, there’s also an issue of “Wine Continuity” with actual bottles of wine. Towards the end of the film, Glenn Close and Kevin Kline meet in a pantry for a deep character moment, and behind them the wine rack is entirely filled. However, in the film, bottles of wine are opened. No one brings a new bottle of wine into the house in any scene that I can recall, so this is a huge “Wine Continuity” error. At least one bottle should be missing from the wine rack.
I remember Kevin Kline carrying this bottle of wine, but I don’t remember him opening it.
In conclusion, writer/director Lawrence Kasdan proves in The Big Chill that he has the ability to direct brilliant actors to wonderful performances, but he has no idea how to direct wine.
*My BFF Jeff Goldblum does sip the wine in order to down a qualude.