Entry bubble Dear George Clooney:

By: Nancy | November 01, 2007 | Category: Fun

...If you're reading this, and I know you are because you're an intelligent, blog-savvy kinda guy...

I wanted to let you know that I tried to see you when you were in Washington, DC this week shooting your new movie.

It was all Jake's idea. "Let’s go find out what they’re filming down the street," he said. "I heard George Clooney was there." Oh really? Being the older sister type, I thought it best to accompany him on his adventure.

Jake and I looked on USA.gov's search engine for "film" and found an assortment of state and city film offices and commissions, including Washington, DC's Office of Motion Picture and TV Development. A little more searching on the Web and it didn't take long to discover that those production trailers across from our office were for your upcoming film, Burn After Reading.

I think half the blog team was secretly hoping to see you. Colleen developed a mysterious craving for hot chocolate and had to dash out for an early lunch. Samantha needed a snack fix a little later and disappeared for a few minutes. Both returned without sightings. But I knew it would be different for me, George Clooney. I knew that I'd see you.

We have a special tie, you and I. We're both fans of the late Fred W. Friendly, whom you portrayed in the 2005 film you also directed, "Good Night and Good Luck." Friendly was my boss when I was a 19-year-old production assistant, assigned to sit at his feet and relay his instructions to the production team during the taping of a news series. I didn’t know then that I was sitting at the feet of the man who, with journalist Edward R. Murrow, helped bring about the end of McCarthyism.

I was all ready to bond with you over Fred Friendly, George Clooney. But I had to find you first.

nancy in front of wardrobe trailer

Jake and I spent our lunchtime wandering along the block of production vehicles. We spotted the dressing room trailers, cleverly coded so we couldn't tell whose was whose. But you were not there. No one was there, George Clooney. And posing there next to the mops and bags of trash, I fell into despair. 

We hunted and hunted for the set, to no avail, until two cameramen walked past, toting their gear. "Follow them!" Jake started to yell, catching himself. We had to be discreet. Following half a block behind, crossing the street at every other traffic light (Were these guys swerving to lose us?) we tailed them nine blocks until we lost them in a building on K Street.

Gone. We couldn't get in. The adventure ended, and we didn't get to see you.

nancy buying potato chipsIt occurred to us during our long walk back to the office that there are lots of camera crews in Washington, DC. We might not have even been following the right guys. Jake took the disappointment like a man; I found solace plowing through a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips.

That's genuine pain in my eyes, George Clooney. But if you need an “extra” on the set, please contact me. Cuz for fifty bucks and access to the craft services table, I can turn that expression on and off at will.

Your loyal fan,

Nancy

 

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