I was asked recently who would play the role of me in the Movie Of My Life. I answered the question immediately, but like normal people, the others around the table at Eli’s Deli in Dupont—the most Jewish place outside of Israel, maybe; I’m not kidding, don’t bring your Starbucks cup in because if there is milk in your coffee, they will ask you to remove it because they are Seriously Kosher and you will be embarrassed; also, do not ask for a beer at lunch, they ‘don’t do that’—thought carefully about which actress or actor best fits their looks and to an extent, their personality. The truth is, I think about this all the time, ever since those Facebook albums of same subject everyone used to make in 2005. In which, by the way, I was tagged in photos of Kristin Davis a few too many times for my liking, to come to think of it. Anyway, my choice is Helena Bonham Carter. For all the reasons you can imagine.
Um. Just maybe try to picture her more like this:
And less like this:
