Happy New Year!
First off I want to thank everyone who saw my movie Walk Hard. It didn't do great at the box office but I'm really proud of it. All of your encouraging messages meant a lot. Hopefully people will find it on DVD since I really do think it's a funny, funny movie.
Over Christmas, I saw a report in Star Magazine that I'm dating David Spade. Imagine my surprise as… I'VE NEVER MET David Spade! What a milestone! My first TOTALLY 100% UNTRUE tabloid report! I've always been very cynical when I hear celebrities say that a story is fake. I figure SOME part of every story must be true right? NO WAY! I have no idea how they are allowed to get away with stuff like that! My publicist said that no one ever called to check the facts of the David Spade story. Which seems strange to me. I have a minor in journalism and I was told to never run a story without 2 reliable sources to back it up. But, while we are on the subject, some other people I've never met are: Orlando Bloom, Colin Farrell, Jake Gyllenhaal, and Brad Pitt. Maybe I can fictionally date some of those guys too?
There is so much more to being an actress than just the acting part. It's taken some getting used to. I love the acting...creating characters, playing around on set. The other stuff, like the marketing stuff, is a little crazy.
When you promote a movie or television show you talk to COUNTLESS reporters. For example, for Walk Hard I was interviewed, and this is not an exaggeration, for 10 hours a day, 3 days in a row by various reporters. Then I flew to New York and did it all over again. Most of the time you repeat yourself…because they all ask the same 5 questions. Each reporter only gets about 15 minutes of your time. It's a lot like speed dating. You sit in a hotel room, reporters line up outside and they come in one after the other to interview you about the movie.
As the articles come out there are always little things printed here and there that are inaccurate or misleading. There was a Parade Magazine article that quoted me completely out of context and I'm none to happy about it.
During one interview, that was sort of like a press conference style with many reporters, they asked me how I was handling my newfound fame. I said that I really fly under the radar and I told a story about being in a car crash with the paparazzi. I thought it was hilarious. I was on my way to my doctor's office and they hit my car while chasing another actress into a restaurant nearby. I got out of the car to exchange insurance information and they never recognized me or took a single photo. Ha! A friend forwarded me a link to the article…the headline said something like "Fischer Humiliated". What!? It said I was "humiliated" when the paparazzi didn't recognize me! I never used that word! And, I'm anything by humiliated. Try one of these words…amused, delighted, tickled…it's one of my favorite stories!
Another reporter started an interview by saying that she saw me at the Dan in Real Life Premiere. And I said, "Oh, yeah, I was there!" And then she said, "Well, feel free to light up if you want." And I said, "What?" She said, "Have a cigarette, I won't tell." And I said, "I don't smoke." She smiled and said, "I saw you smoking at the Dan in Real Life Premiere." I got really defensive and said, "I was there, but you didn't see me smoking. Sorry, I don't smoke. And please don't start that rumor." Because THAT is how rumors get started you know! Like, what if she just printed what she thought she saw? It's crazy. Sometimes Hollywood is like Jr. High School all over again!
It is impossible to refute everything because it just becomes a slippery slope. That's why I prefer talk shows. You get to see and hear the whole story. No mistakes. No filters. No interpretations.
Thankfully I don't do too much of anything interesting so the only time I deal with this stuff is when a movie is coming out or I'm promoting The Office. No one wants to read this story… "Fischer Cuddles Cat While Watching Real Housewives of Orange County Marathon". Speaking of…I'm seriously so sad that next week is the season finale! It is my guilty pleasure. Thank God for American Idol.
Oh! I heard that we might see an end to the strike sooner rather than later. The Director's Guild struck a deal with the studios even though their union contracts aren't up until June. The hope is that this deal can serve as a starting ground between the writers and studios as many of the same issues are at hand. I don't really know what will happen. There aren't any new talks in the works but everyone seems hopeful for the first time in awhile.
I want to get back to work. I hope we can make at least another few episodes before the season is over. It's going to be a little crazy because as many of you know Angela Kinsey is pregnant! And boy is she showing! She has the cutest baby bump on the planet. I'm not sure how they will handle this on the show. It's hard to hide. Angela is so tiny she's all bump. Seriously, her arms and legs are still regular size but her belly is huge. Last month, she stepped on my scale in the bathroom and she said, "Oh my God! Jenna! I'm at 101 pounds! I've never weighed over 100 pounds!" I said, "Get out of my house." Ha! The whole thing has been such a blast.
In fact, I have to run, we're off to Target and Michaels. I need a birdfeeder hanger. My Grandma gave me a birdfeeder for Christmas but the tree in my backyard is kind of funky and there aren't any good branches for it to hang onto.
Take care and Happy New Year!
P.S. My boobs are real.