I can remove myself from my involvement with This is Us and say with confidence that this week’s episode, Memphis, is the one of the top saddest, most beautiful episodes I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen at least ten to fifteen episodes of television. Morrison and I cried so much that Cracker literally came over just to see if we were okay. You have to watch it to get the significance of these Ducks, which are heartbreaking and breathtaking when they appear at the end, in a way that regular old ducks never quite have been. Clearly it has gone to these ducks’ heads, as they now have a TWITTER PAGE.
Once a year, there’s an awards show that’s actually not for the famous people, but for the people who write the words for the famous people to say — The Writer’s Guild Awards, which honors excellence in TV, Film, Video game writing and New Media. (This is Us was nommed for Best new show / we lost to Atlanta / truly an honor to lose to them.) Both writers and famous people gather at the illustrious Beverly Hills hotel. The writers, unaccustomed to wearing things other than the jeans they never wash, dust off their finery and get their hairs did, and are fetched by fancy car services sent by their various TV studios:
The writers, who are actually responsible for 92% of the world’s consumption of Trader Joe’s Olive Oil popcorn, and basically all of the different types of popcorns, are greeted immediately with a banquet.
The famous people are also in attendance, mostly to remind the writers why they are writers and not the face of Loreal, but also to give out awards. There is, in fact, a red carpet, for the writers to walk, where photographers scream their name because a nice man next to them has written their name on a piece of paper so that the photographers know which name to scream. The writer feels, just for the tiniest of moments, like a glamorous person, and can be heard saying things like I’m going to come at the camera from an angle, am I doing it? AM I COMING AT THE CAMERA FROM AN ANGLE? and also WHAT’S AN ANGLE?
This is Us had its Season 1 wrap party last night. It was a beautiful celebration for the best cast and crew there EVER WAS. A wrap party is basically a chance for everyone to come together and celebrate months of crazy hours and hard work, and to, nine times out of ten, eat dessert with the show’s names written all over it, and / or inside food jokes thematically related to episodes. My head is currently full of vodka soda and frosting and fondness and tears, so I will just leave all of these here.
I now know why I have such an affinity for young Kate on This is Us, for her obsession with food and her insecurities. In The Pool episode when she gets a note from a mean group of girls declaring they don’t want to hang with her anymore, that was based on something that happened to me, but fifth grade, and cafeteria, and maybe I still have the note and remember exactly who wrote it but I’M NOT HERE TO NAME NAMES REBECCA SINK WAS HER NAME. As it turns out, I am in fact just a grown up version of lil’ Kate:
WE ARE ONE.
While these beautiful people did not necessarily win the golden prize:
Fun was, in fact, had by all, writers included. We got to gussy up:
And stumble around the giant mall slash famous people prom,
In a beautiful evening that Morrison Keddie, love of my life for his honesty and instantaneous handsomeness, described as ’85% annoying.’
There’s a delightful new show on the CW, No Tomorrow, which is NOT, as its poster MIGHT suggest, about a girl who considers cannibalism, but instead about a risk-averse young woman, prone to living her life safely (I perhaps relate,) whose world is turned upside down when she falls for a bearded Brit who thinks the world is going to end in 8 months when an asteroid slams into the earth. And so, he teaches her to live life more fully. It’s charming and winning and hilarious, and I repeat, NOT ABOUT A GIRL WHO WANTS TO EAT A BOY’S FACE. SERIOUSLY SOMEONE IN MARKETING AT CW NEEDS TO NOT BE FIRED PER SE BUT DEFINITELY PERHAPS A STERN TALKING TO.
Sterling K. Brown on This is Us, or: the only time it’s been COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE AND OKAY for an actor to post a picture of themselves sobbing after watching their own performance:
Really though, watch the Thanksgiving episode. HE SLAYS.
My first episode of This is Us airs tonight! I just love writing for this show, so much. It’s the first TV job where I really feel like I can be my full writer self, a little heartfelt, a little cheeky, little strange. I can’t tell you much about what happens in tonight’s episode, but I WILL say that characters will say things, feel things, make decisions, make jokes, sit in cars, put on clothes, and eat cheese. GUYS, ALL OF THE SIGNATURE BRUNSTETTER TOUCHES ARE ALL UP IN THIS EPISODE.
Press is starting to drop for the new show I’ve been writing for, This is Us! I’m not sure I’ve mentioned it here yet, because whether or not I’m eating cheese this week and whether or not Unicorn dresses surely takes precedence over career announcements. I won’t spoil it much, but let’s say that if NBC’s gift to viewers at the screening of the pilot, these personalized packs of tissues, are any indication:
THE SHOW WILL BE WEEKLY BURROWING INTO YOUR HEART AND PRESSING ON YOUR TEAR BUTTON.
My creative thoughts always feel slightly disconnected from earth. I try and bring them down, make them real, but I can’t really gather them. I try and touch them but they’re made of bounce or whimsy or cartoon. There is a candy film between myself and Them. I can only conclude that thoughts are a bunch of multi-colored helium balloons, colorful and filled with air and tied to a chair at a kid’s birthday party. They will wilt by morning. They will not fit in the trash.