Tuesday, April 18, 2006

My Date With Drew

Here's the deal -- Brian Herzlinger chronicles his efforts to get a date with Drew Barrymore but he only has 30 days until he has to return the camera he borrowed from Circuit City to make this film.

I remember seeing the "My Date With Drew" website a couple of years ago and thinking it sounded like a ride on the obsessive-fan-mobile. If this is a documentary, where are the endangered penguins? Where are the oppressed people? What cause am I supporting with the purchase price of a ticket? The Full Throttle Foundation? Or, was this guy gonna do a John Hinckley while his buddies filmed it? No, thank you. I dismissed the movie as self indulgent crap and Brian Herzlinger as a dangerous nut.

Yesterday, I saw My Date With Drew on my cable guide and was curious about that desperate loser that used a documentary as a way to approach his victim. Ten minutes later, I was so wrapped up in this guy's goals that I refused to go to the door, take a potty break, answer my phone or get my tortilla soup out of the microwave.

I'm sorry, Brian. I misjudged you and your film. You are genuine, vulnerable and adorable. I totally bought into you and your Rom-com-entary. My Date With Drew is heartfelt and utterly charming.

Oh, hey, I have a new project, by the way. I'm thinking of calling it My Date with Brian Herzlinger. I've emailed Brian to ask if I can borrow $1100 to make my film. That's what it cost him to make his.


oneslackmartian said...

I vaguely remember this. I will have to check it out. I mean, "genuine, vulnerable and adorable," who could resist that?

oneslackmartian said...

Or were you describing the dude?

Anonymous said...

MaryAn ~ it takes a courageous person to admit to their own mistakes..especially in public.

::smiles @ her::

like, a million thoughts hammering @ mine head @ the moment, with chronic fatigue to boot.

talk to ya soon girl.

MaryAn Batchellor said...

OSM, you're two out of three. I leave it to you to figure out which two.

Sol, chronic fatigue can blow up into a major ordeal all due to a battered immune system. Rest. Seriously. You can't write dead. Of course, feel free to prove me wrong.