Last Sunday, on the occasion of the impending release of her new film, Lost in Translation, I joined a couple of journalists in a group interview with Sofia Coppola. The interview took place in New York City at the end of her press junket. I found the suites capacious, the sofas commodious, the sandwiches copious. "Big Brother" was hanging around, but he rebuked us; Roman stayed mostly near the buffet.
Not being a reporter, I failed to get the names of my interviewing colleagues. So rather than use their uncredited questions and responses, I've replaced one with Lynn Hirschberg and another with Official Questioner, and spliced in relevant replies from the NYT Mag and official movie website, respectively. In Hirschberg's case, no questions were available, so I
made that sh$* up interpolated them myself.
The third interviewer, a slightly kooky, festival-hardened critic-without-portfolio, was too good to leave out. I have renamed her Barbara Walters. Her questions are left intact, cuz you just can't make that sh*% up.
Greg.org: What IS good this year?
Official Questioner:: It's just a bad summer. I mean, even Spy Kids 3 is going to clear $100 million in two weeks.
Barbara Walters: Spike Lee has a movie out?
Awkward silence descends. Sofia enters and joins our table. Cue greetings. We all feel protective of her immediately, just like Wes Anderson predicted.
Read my Sofia interview here