Diablo Cody addresses teenage cannibalism in ‘Jennifer’s Body’
The vomit shot out of Megan Fox like water from a geyser. A ghastly movie concoction that looked like a mix of used motor oil, lawn clippings and the slag at the bottom of a Souplantation trash bin, the black puke sprayed actors Amanda Seyfried and Johnny Simmons, whose characters were doing their best to fight off a cannibalistic fiend, an otherwise popular cheerleader named Jennifer Check.
It was among the more gothic scenes in “Jennifer’s Body,” a closing battle with fewer rules than Ultimate Fighting, pitting Jennifer (”Transformer’s” Fox) against her longtime friend Needy Lesnicky (Seyfried, of ” Mamma Mia!”) and her relatively wimpy boyfriend Chip Dove (”Evan Almighty’s” Simmons). The movie’s swimming pool location, inside a derelict juvenile hall slated to become a hospital for British Columbia’s criminally insane, was forbidding in its own right. The flotsam in the pool’s filthy water — leaves, a wheelchair, beer cans — made the entire setting for the film stomach-turning, especially since the young actors had to swim in it.
- from Diablo Cody
Diablo Cody finally snaps on her honest to blog
Hello Again! (Starring Shelly Long)
Current mood: exoticMy self-imposed exile has come to an end. I’m on the cusp of some exciting shit. Intimidating, too. When the novelty of an insane and humbling job wears off, you find yourself realizing how scary it is. Your teeth shudder like a kid at a January bus stop. Spielberg’s at the viewfinder. Let us pray.
Since I last blogged at you, life has brought wackness and dopeness in equal measure. Barnabas, my copilot and set buddy, died in July. It was sudden and devastating. I miss my little gentleman terribly.
In much happier news, my brilliant friend Lorene Scafaria debuted her first film, Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist at the Toronto Film Festival. I’ve noticed a fistful of assholes on IMDB are accusing this movie of being a Juno copycat. Perhaps the marketing folks at Sony are unlikely Juno-philes (yes, we’ve all seen that hand-lettered font before) but N&N is based on a popular book and was filmed months before Juno was released. Also, it’s nothing like Juno, unless a smart female protagonist is enough of an anomaly to warrant comparison. (Jesus, I hope not.) Anyway, see the movie on October 3. It is like, classic good. I am so proud of Lorene.
Dana and I flew up to the T.O. to show Miss Orange Versace some love. I look like Bert Lahr with that phony mane. (Guess where I stole this picture from? Ha ha.)
As I Tweeted earlier, I also went on a five-day roller coaster tour in August with a group of 50 theme park enthusiasts. It was one of the best vacations I’ve ever taken, and not one person on that fucking bus subscribed to Variety. (Apologies to whomever took this magical photo; I hope you don’t mind my sharing it.)So there you go. Joy and pain, like sunshine and rain. Rob Bass, y’all.
A while back, there was a thoughtful article in the above-mentioned publication about Ellen Page and myself. The article was mostly about how passionately some people hate me. As I explained to my therapist the following day (ha) it’s kind of weird to read something like that about yourself. On one hand, you feel defensive. On the other hand, you feel puzzled. You feel compelled to identify what it is about you that might inspire such vitriol. (I personally suspect the hate isn’t that widespread; it’s just loud.)
I thought about it. For months. I even wrote a screenplay on the theme. And then, finally, I figured it out.
I have a response to those who are still boring enough to lob insults in my direction. (Those of you who are friends, fans, enablers, or dislike my writing for legitimate, rational, nonpersonal reasons can tune out now if you like. This isn’t for you.)
Anyone else? Bend thine ear:
I am not Charlie Kaufman or Sofia Coppola (much as I supplicate at their Cannes-weary feet.) I’m not Paul Thomas Anderson. I’m not even Paul W.S. Anderson. I am middle-class trash from the Midwest. I’m a competent nonfiction writer, an admittedly green screenwriter, and a product of Hollywood, USA. I am “Diablo Cody” and if you’re not a fan, go rent Prospero’s Books again and leave me the fuck alone.
I may have won 19 awards that you don’t feel I earned, but it’s neither original nor relevant to slag on Juno. Really. And you’re not some bold, singular voice of dissent, You are exactly like everyone else in your zeitgeisty-demo-lifestyle pod. You are even like me. (I, too, loved Arrested Development! Aren’t we a pretty pair of cultural mavericks? Hey, let’s go bitch about how Black Kids are overrated!)
I’m sorry that while you were shooting your failed opus at Tisch, I was jamming toxic silicon toys up my ass for money. I get why you’re bitter. I took exactly one film class in college and– with the curious exception of the Douglas Sirk unit—it bored the shit out of me. I also once got busted for loudly crinkling a bag of Jujubes during a classroom screening of Vivre Sa Vie. I don’t deserve to be here. We’ve established that. But I’m here. Five million 12-year-olds think I’m Buck Henry. Accept it.
(Incidentally, if you were me for one day you’d crumble like fucking Stilton. I am better at this than you. You’re not strong enough, Film_Fan78. Trust me.)
I’m sorry to all those violent, semi-literate fanboys who hate me for befriending their heroes. I can’t help it if your favorite writer, actor, director, or talk show host likes me. Maybe you would too, if we actually met.
I know my name is fake and that it annoys you. What, do you hate Queen Latifah and Rip Torn, too? Writers and entertainers have been using pseudonyms for years. Chances are, you’re spewing bile under an assumed screen name yourself. I’m sorry if you think I’m like some inked-up quasi-Suicide Girl derby cunt from 2002, but I like my fake name. It’s engraved on an Oscar. Yours isn’t.
Listen: I’ve been telling stories my whole life. Even when I was a phone sex operator, I was the Mark Twain of extemporaneous jerk-off fiction. I took every perspiring creep on a fucking journey. I don’t know how to do anything else.
I’m going to make more movies and shows. I doubt they’ll all be good, but that’s the nature of this life. Even though the public only knows me from one book, one movie, and several aborted blogs, I’ve spent the last few years hustling like Iceberg Slim out here to prove myself professionally. The people I currently work for, and with, are more than pleased with my post-Juno output. My pilot was so good (thanks, Toni Colette!) that it got picked up for series. That is rare, children. That is blue-rare.
In summation: you try it.
This is the last I have to say on the subject, unless I’m provoked by a journalist in which case I’ll gladly reload. With relish, as Betty Rizzo might say. That said, I’m a 30-year-old woman with a dwindling interest in blog culture, and I don’t have time to address this bullshit every time one of my projects comes out. I’m in love, I just bought a house, and my boss made E.T. I kind of have to focus on reality.
And drinking. I have to focus on drinking.
Currently listening :
Jonas Brothers: Bonus Jonas Edition
By Jonas Brothers
Release date: By 2007-10-30
Diablo Cody tackles DreamWorks comedy
Steven Spielberg has another idea to bounce off Diablo Cody. The Oscar-winning “Juno” scribe has been tapped to pen an untitled comedy script for DreamWorks that is based on an original idea by Spielberg. Studio is keeping story details under such tight wraps that even dealmakers involved with the project were in the dark. There are no producers yet attached. Project marks the second time the pair have collaborated. Cody wrote the pilot and is exec producing Showtime series “The United States of Tara,” also based on an original idea from Spielberg. – from Variety
Fiddle faddle! Showtime picks up Diablo Cody’s “The United States of Tara,” Homeskillet. (Slang doesn’t make sense, added in to annoy. Kinda like in Juno.)
The pay cable channel has greenlighted 12 episodes of the comedy, from DreamWorks TV and Steven Spielberg. It’s expected to go into production sometime in the summer.
“Tara,” written by Oscar winner Diablo Cody, stars Toni Collette as a wife and mother with dissociative identity disorder. John Corbett co-stars as her husband. – From THR
Diablo Cody STILL Twittering. STILL Pointless.
I am doing my stunt! FUCKING HUGE. about 11 hours ago from txt
Geek POV shots, ahoy! about 15 hours ago from txt
Production is letting me keep video camera! Will be perfect for my roller coaster trip this summer. about 15 hours ago from txt
@ isky Bring breath mints! about 16 hours ago from txt in reply to isky
I wish California Cooler still existed. about 16 hours ago from txt
Happy birthday Ahmet! How about a cake iced with Dan’s smegma? about 16 hours ago from txt
You’re missing *A* ham. Me. about 16 hours ago from txt
A real fire must be so horrifying. Moment of silence. about 16 hours ago from txt
The ham might be just me. about 16 hours ago from txt
It’s hot and it stinks like ham and fire extinguisher. about 16 hours ago from txt
Bar is going up in flames. about 16 hours ago from txt
“This ain’t Mister Rogers,” says my co-bartender, watching them soak the rafters in fuel. “This ain’t pretend.” about 16 hours ago from txt
Thank you for being in our movie, Adam Brody! about 17 hours ago from txt
Kingsleynova! about 18 hours ago from txt
@ cinemagic Anyone can have my ass if they just follow my simple regime of drinking hot bacon grease with every meal. about 19 hours ago from txt in reply to cinemagic
Diddle Diablo’s Twitter
Oscar winner Diablo Cody is exposing her Twitter to all:
I strung Christmas lights on my gate so the Pizza Hut guy could find me more easily. True story.
about 6 hours ago from txt
Now he’s face-fucking one of my Vans. He likes the smell. about 9 hours ago from txt
My Dog is Currently: showing a dehydrated cow penis who’s boss. about 11 hours ago from txt
Remember when Tyra’s production company was called “Ty Ty Baby”? That was awesome. about 11 hours ago from txt
I have still never seen an episode of “The Hills.” I am missing a lively cultural dialogue. about 15 hours ago from txt
I feel like Julia Allison or something. about 15 hours ago from txt
Watching Jennifer’s Body dailies; got a wettie already! about 15 hours ago from txt
“My fucking wife has an ass in her cock over in the driveway, all right?” about 15 hours ago from web
Just had a meeting about main titles for the show. Trying to avoid Juno-type music lest I be mistaken for an avowed freak-folkie. about 16 hours ago from txt
My Oscar looks so shiny today! YAY! RING POP! about 16 hours ago from txt
These pants are cool. I look like a fucking train conductor. Let it be said: I RULE. about 17 hours ago from txt
That said: wowie zowie, what a beautiful day. about 18 hours ago from txt
I am on my way to the production office. My daily Kombucha habit is beginning to erode my mouth. And my legs are all bruisy. I am a one- … … about 18 hours ago from txt
(tap dances) about 18 hours ago from txt
GOOD MORNING TWITTER! about 18 hours ago from txt
