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Casting: Ginger

Every now and then, there's a thing going around that asks who would play you/your friends if a movie of your life were ever made. This, of course, is fairly silly, because leaving aside the "Who among us are ever going to warrant a movie of our lives being made?" question, the actors who we'd choose to play us now (for those LJers who are, say, under 30) would probably be too old to look good in the role by the time enough people have noticed us and our assorted things to want to do a movie of our lives.

I decided a while ago that really, Drew Barrymore was the person I'd cast as me, because she can do quirky very, very well, and she's the closest actress I've found who looks very much like me. (Opinions are subjective.)

Now I've found someone to cast as my oldest friend, Ginger. (Ginger is very much not a technophile, so she doesn't have an LJ, and she doesn't play well with computers. I haven't talked with her in aaaaages.) Her name isn't Ginger, of course. If you called her that, she'd either look at you blankly or start talking about Dykes to Watch Out For. I assigned the group of us ten-year-old best friends all names: it was Ginger (the spicy one), Gaia (the down-to-earth), and Galadriel (the delicate and ethereal), and me.

Today Little Black Book was playing, and I was immediately struck by how much Brittany Murphy looked like Ginger in that role. I'm sure they look nothing alike in real life, and I know that the character that she played in Little Black Book is nothing like Ginger in personality, but she has the energy to play Ginger, and she can probably get the edgy radical feel of Ginger if she's any good at acting. Most of all, Ginger smiles like this, and so does Brittany Murphy.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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