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To My Friend Jenn–Congrats on “Frozen”!!!

Sunday, March 2nd, 2014

It’s early congrats, but I’m thinking it’s a foregone conclusion that Disney’s latest movie will take home the Oscar for Frozen. One of my best friends, Jenn Lee, wrote the movie, then came on to co-direct it. She is a pioneer at Disney–she is the first female director there. Ever.  For a company that has been around since the 1930s, that’s a pretty f–king amazing feat (and pretty f–king amazing it hasn’t happened until now. Though of course if it had to wait until 2013-14, I’m psyched that it’s my friend who broke the glass ceiling). Now Jenn is behind a movie that is quickly approaching the one-billion dollar mark. That’s 9 zeros if you can count that high.

Phil brought Jenn on to help him write “Wreck-it Ralph” after doing the initial drafts himself. They met the first day of film school. I’ve written about their journey before with Ralph. But tonight the spotlight is all on her.

She wrote a piece in today’s LA Times about the hardest part of being a female director. It’s not the writing room or the story room or the endless flights around the world (that while exotic can be exhausting, especially as a single mom raising a 10-year-old girl). What’s hardest she says? The red carpet. As in all the things women have to do in order to make themselves look the part. An excerpt:

I certainly didn’t know that a fitting for a proper boostie-yay would involve standing topless in front of three Ukrainian women, while they placed bets as to whether I was a D or a Double-D.

I didn’t know that I had so much to learn (and to purchase, because unlike men, women apparently cannot be photographed in the same thing twice). Since November, I have rarely lived a day that hasn’t involved hair and makeup or shopping or styling, and I now know more about myself than I ever wanted to. I know that my boobs don’t fit, ever. My eyebrows are wild and should be committed. I have a cowlick … and that is bad.

She texted me last night that in her final fitting yesterday they had to build a special harness for her boobs. It’s not easy being a woman on the red carpet.

Another excerpt:

I shouldn’t cover my shoulders too much because that looks matronly, but I shouldn’t wear strapless gowns either, seeing as I “just don’t have the armpits for it.” I am shockingly short-waisted and yes, one stylist actually used the word “shockingly.”

But amidst it all, it has been a wildly fun ride for her–and for her friends who get to cheer her from the sidelines.

So tonight, when she’s bound to get up on stage and accept the Oscar with her two male counterparts, don’t look at her boobs. Just look at the gigantic smile from a woman who has made history. So proud of you girl!

(Click here for the entire article by Jenn)

Picture of Chris Buck and Jennifer Lee, winners of Best Animated Feature Film for “Frozen,” at the Golden Globe Awards show on Jan. 12, 2014, in Beverly Hills. Courtesy Wally Skalij / Los Angeles Times / January 12, 2014 

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Post Oscar Night: And The Award Goes To…

Monday, February 25th, 2013

Just a quick note of thanks for all the well wishes on Phil’s movie, Wreck-It Ralph. Despite saying I thought we’d be home in sweats for the Oscars, we did rally and spent the evening at a small party with some of our closest friends.  I was pretty bummed it didn’t win (and frankly really surprised), but only for a couple minutes.

That’s the thing with awards like this. Leading up to it, I really don’t pay much heed to the hoopla. But then the moment before they announce it, I throw myself into the game, hoping and praying.  Then, if you get lucky, like we did at the Animation Awards (it won for Best Screenplay), you get this 30 seconds of pure euphoria; that jumping up and down, high-fiving feeling that comes along on rare occasions in life.

I was sooo hoping for that moment last night. We were squeezing each other’s hands. I couldn’t even look at the screen as the envelope was being opened. My other hand was over my eyes and the words kept repeating in my brain: Come on, say Ralph, say it, say it. Please!!! As much as we’ve both said it doesn’t matter, it is still such a dramatic moment. And you realize in that moment how much you really like–and want--to win. It’s f-cking awesome.  At least for those 30 seconds before life goes back to normal.  But alas, when the words “Brave” were muttered, my heart dropped. Temporarily.

Next time maybe we’ll get those 30 seconds. In the meantime, I will nurse my minor hangover, go to bed early tonight and feel grateful for what’s really important: Two healthy kids, our own good health, a lovely home, and good friends and family. That’s worth a lot more than a few seconds on cloud nine. (But dare I say, it would be kinda fun to have both?)

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