Monday, July 13, 2009

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ou comment réaliser un interview type de célébrité

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When I first met celebrity's name, she was adjective dressed in a designer's name article of clothing, looking both adjective and effortlessly adjective, as always. She'd already ordered—a meal that she adverb pushed around with her fork, smiling as she discussed her latest project.

At first , she appears adjective when discussing her role as historical character. "I see a lot of myself in her," she says, "she was a woman faced with many challenges. She also had a vagina, which is another thing we share. That's just so adjective to me. I mean, it's really a role I was born to play."

But the Oscar buzz surrounding title of movie isn't nearly as strong as the buzz surrounding her latest fling with actor. I try to get her to say anything about this actor, even something like, "I don't want to talk about it," so I can justify putting "We ask actress all about her steamy relationship with actor!!!" on the cover of the magazine, which I'm going to do anyway, because it's the only reason anyone will even bother buying this fluff piece, probably, because I mean, really, how many times can you sit down and read about actress eating a meal and talking about playing a type of role as if it's the most fascinating thing you've ever heard? She eats and she acts! She eats, and she does her job! Celebrities! They're just like us!!! It doesn't matter that actor is just as boring in interviews: together, they will sell magazines!

"Where do you see yourself in ten years," I ask her, as she stares adverb out the window, pushing her adjective hair behind her adjective ears, displaying her adjective designer earrings. "You'll have to wait and see," she smiles, before getting up and heading out the door. And just as adverb as she came into my life, she is gone, off to her next noun, to play the role she is perhaps best suited to play: herself.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------first take (and I'm so sorry for people who have never read "Gone with the Wind")---------------------

When I first met Scarlett O'Hara, she was shockingly dressed in a not-so-widowy dress, looking both daring and effortlessly beautiful, as always. She'd already ordered a small Ashley-likes-women-with-little-appetite meal that she hungrily pushed around with her fork, smiling as she discussed her latest project.

At first , she appears entuthiastic when discussing her role as an opportunist bitch. "I see a lot of myself in her," she says, "she was a woman faced with many challenges. She also had a vagina, which is another thing we share. That's just so like me. I mean, it's really a role I was born to play."

But the Oscar buzz surrounding Gone with the wind isn't nearly as strong as the buzz surrounding her latest fling with Ashley Winkles. I try to get her to say anything about this actor, even something like, "I don't want to talk about it," so I can justify putting "We ask Scarlett O'Hara all about her steamy relationship with Ashley Winkles!!!" on the cover of the magazine, which I'm going to do anyway, because it's the only reason anyone will even bother buying this fluff piece, probably, because I mean, really, how many times can you sit down and read about Scarlett eating a meal and talking about playing a Southern beauty as if it's the most fascinating thing you've ever heard? She eats and she acts! She eats, and she does her job! Celebrities! They're just like us!!! It doesn't matter that Ashley Winkles is just as boring in interviews: together, they will sell magazines!

"Where do you see yourself in ten years," I ask her, as she stares impatiently out the window, pushing her long dark hair behind her tiny ears, displaying her infamous diamond earrings. "You'll have to wait and see," she smiles, before getting up and heading out the door. And just as impossibly as she came into my life, she is gone, off to her next husband, to play the role she is perhaps best suited to play: herself.

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When I first met Colette, she was classicaly dressed in a potato-bag-like dress, looking both badly dressed and effortlessly stern, as always. She'd already ordered healthy vegetables that she grumpily pushed around with her fork, smiling as she discussed her latest project.

At first , she appears sadistic when discussing her role as a strict teacher. "I see a lot of myself in her," she says, "she was a woman faced with many challenges. She also had a vagina, which is another thing we share. That's just so like me. I mean, it's really a role I was born to play."

But the buzz surrounding her last cristallography exam isn't nearly as strong as the buzz surrounding her latest fling with ******. I try to get her to say anything about this actor, even something like, "I don't want to talk about it," so I can justify putting "We ask Colette all about her steamy relationship with ******!!!" on the cover of the magazine, which I'm going to do anyway, because it's the only reason anyone will even bother buying this fluff piece, probably, because I mean, really, how many times can you sit down and read about Colette eating spinach and talking about teaching atoms position as if it's the most fascinating thing you've ever heard? She eats and she teaches! She eats, and she does her job! Teachers! They're just like us!!! It doesn't matter that ****** is just as boring in interviews: together, they will sell magazines!


"Where do you see yourself in ten years," I ask her, as she stares agressively out the window, pushing her short grey behind her ordinary ears, displaying no earrings. "You'll have to wait and see," she smiles, before getting up and heading out the door. And just as displeasingly as she came into my life, she is gone, off to her class, to play the role she is perhaps best suited to play: herself.

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