Today is WWdN's fifth birthday. To celebrate, I break my self-imposed week-long silence and offer the following scene from my living room, last night:
Anne and I played Scene It? which is an insanely fun game in the style of Pictionary, Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture Edition, Cranium, etc.
One of the features in Scene It? is the DVD challenge, where you watch a scene from a movie, then answer a question about the scene you just watched. If you answer correctly, you take another turn, otherwise, your turn is over.
We were only a few turns into our second game, and I was about ten spaces ahead of Anne, mostly due to my awesome supernatural ability to identify the title of a movie after just one or two letters appear on the screen. On Golden Pond? Waiting to Exhale? I own you bitches.
Anyway, I got the DVD challenge thing, hit play, and Stand By Me came up.
"Dude!" Anne said, "That's such fucking bullshit! You get your own movie?!"
"I'd better get this right," I said, "or I'm automatically forfeiting the game."
I looked up at the TV. Jerry O'Connell and I ran across the train trestle, and I recalled how insanely scared I was when we filmed that scene -- not because the train was close to us (it wasn't) but Jerry and I were having a hard time acting scared. After several unacceptable takes, Rob screamed at us, "Goddammit, you're ruining my movie! You guys better stop joking around and get scared, because if that train doesn't kill you, I will!"
Jerry and I instantly burst into tears, because Rob never raised his voice at us. My mom tells me that right after Rob saw us start to cry, he turned to the first AD and quietly said, "Roll camera."
We raced down the tracks, tears streaming down our faces, and right past the camera into Rob's arms where he hugged us and thanked us for a great take.
"Print that," he said. "Good job, you guys. I'm sorry I yelled at you."
The scene ended, and the question popped up on the screen: "Who Narrates This Movie?"
"Ha. I totally know this," I said. "Richard Dreyfuss."
"That is so unfair," Anne said.
"Yeah," I said. "It's totally rigged. Now give me the dice."
My moment of glory was short-lived. Though I won that game, Anne eventually defeated me 3-2.
And now, back to vacation . . .