I have long been obsessed with celebrity. The reasons are still unknown to me. Actors, singers, bands, writers…if I appreciate their work I want to meet them. Yes, I know they are just people like you and me but they are living the life. Doing what they love and getting paid handsomely to do so. Signing autographs, posing for pictures and special treatment wherever they go. Sounds pretty cool to me.
So my sister told me a movie would be filmed in the town she lives in. I immediately began to research the movie, actors and when filming would begin.
Turns out the movie is “August: Osage County”, the play written by Tracy Letts that was a Broadway sensation. George Clooney is producing the movie and he has signed up a dream team of actors…the best actress in the history of film (just my opinion) Meryl Streep, Julia Roberts, Ewan McGregor, Sam Shepard, Chris Cooper, Benedict Cumberbatch, Juliette Lewis, Abigail Breslin and Margo Martindale (thought she was great in “Secretariat”).
Now, let me be perfectly honest, if I met Meryl Streep I would probably turn into some blubbering idiot. When I think of her performance in “Sophie’s Choice” I still get all weepy and I know I will embarrass myself and frighten her, so I am hoping sincerely not to meet her. Plus, you know how you idolize someone so much and you meet them and they turn out to be the worst person ever and you are forever disappointed? I don’t want to take that risk.
Filming started the last week of September and will continue for eight weeks. The weekend before the movie was to start filming my friend Cindy and I drove over to stalk with my sister. We loaded up in my sister’s mini-van along with her two children (really never too young of an age to start teaching stalking skills).
We made trips to the airport (thinking the stars would fly in on their private jets). No luck. My sister drove us to a house that George was supposedly living in. We must have sat there and watched the house for 2 hours or more. Nada.
The most exciting part of the trip was a drive out to the farm-house where 80% of the film will take place. The house sits about a half mile off the main road. There were giant barriers blocking the driveway. Do we let some barricades stop us? Oh, no.
We got about half way down this dirt road and I see the security guard’s truck. I tell my sister to turn the car around and head back out to the road. No need to go to jail when it was clear no one was there filming. If there had been a chance Julia Roberts could watch me get arrested then it might have been worth it.
“Nope, we are going down right in front of the house and taking pictures,” she said.
We continued to try to scream some sense into her head. She was just too determined.
As the van was swinging around in a u-turn in front of the house, I see the security guard stand up. This is it. This man is sending us off to the clinker and the two children off to protective services.
The security guard just smiled and waved. I rolled the window down, snapped the picture and told her to drive. She still objected. Wanted to get out of the car. I don’t know if she was wanting to roll around on her back in the grass George might have stepped on or what, but it was time to go. Live to stalk another day is my motto.
Cindy and I will return for more stalking later this month. They seem to be filming mainly Monday through Friday so we are actually taking a day of vacation to go chase George and the gang.
If we catch a Clooney I am not certain what we will do with him, but no worries, we will figure something out.