Danny Boyle deserves all the accolades he has been receiving. Tonight he received another: the top medallion from the Director's Guild. What a statement, being from his esteemed peer group. But I have to say I feel for David Fincher, whose Ben Button is becoming to Slumdog what E.T. was to Gandhi. Nevertheless, it could have gone either way, and the way it went was nothing if not just.
Still, it's only the end of the third quarter, with the biggest of the big shows to go. It's amazing that the director who made his name making gritty (yet beautifully helmed), counter-culture films is poised to take home the biggest prize and manages to keep both feet grounded. Earlier this week, as my crew set up to interview him at the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills, he poked his head in to see if we were ready. We weren't. So he said, cool, I'll just go chill out for a while. No more drama. Ha, that's funny.
It stood to be a poignant, timely interview for my modest outlet, this director who still seems to be flying under the radar, even though he can in no way be considered an underdog. Unfortunately, one of the production lights stood a little too close to the fire sprinkler for a little too long, and right as the reporter was asking his first question, the sprinkler spewed twenty years of accumulated grime on the second crew and began to shower the director and his stars, lights, cameras and publicists. Brrr. Congratulations, Coach! High five!
Yet, in true D.B. fashion, this first thing he said to us after the snafu was, "Did you get that on film?" We did. It's pretty funny.