“I just remember being so cold and miserable, and I just remember my Converse being completely soaked through and feeling like, ‘You know, this is a really great group of people, and I’m sure that we would be friends in a different time, but I want to murder everyone.’”
On the bright side, she did note that the misery of freezing in the Portland chill bonded the cast. “There was something about it that was like, you go through some trauma event. Like, you imagine people who survive a hostage situation, and you’re kind of bonded for life.”
Let me just take this time to say that I once played a groupie in a British mockumentary that filmed in Budapest in the dead of winter. (Don’t ask.) The scene I was in took place outdoors in a cemetery, and though I was scantily clad, I was kept warm by a phalanx of Hungarian PAs who in between takes would huddle by my feet like cocker spaniels, taking turns holding blankets around my legs and handing me steaming cups of coffee. To this day, it remains the most luxurious, if not entirely ridiculous, situation of my life. Ergo, I’m not totally sure I believe that there was no one on hand to warm up Anna freaking Kendrick in between shots.
There it is. I don’t know about you, but I feel the same as I did before.
- Stand down, Stassi’s mom. [Page Six]
- No one cares, Lisa. [Us Weekly]
- Goodbye to Taylor Selfridge. [Us Weekly]
- Honestly what if everyone should just shut up. [Celebitchy]