![]() The comedy updated the John Hughes coming-of-age formula, debunking social stereotypes, spreading kind and inclusive messages, and examining the complexities of female friendship. Wilde’s first movie was a funny, slyly subversive story about two overachieving seniors (Beanie Feldstein and Kaitlyn Dever) who realize they’ve unfairly judged their fun-loving classmates and try to pack four years’ worth of high school extracurriculars into one night. Watching Olivia on the set, I was like, Oh, this is the image of a director that my daughter’s going to have-this really talented, powerful, beautiful woman with her own daughter on her hip directing and leading all of these men and women on this set that she was so empathetically in charge of.”ĭon’t Worry Darling is a bold pivot after Booksmart. Later, Katie Silberman, a writer-producer on both Darling and Wilde’s first movie, Booksmart, will tell me, “When I was little and I pictured a director in my head, it was always a man with a beard and glasses in a jean jacket with a bullhorn. As we talk about Don’t Worry Darling-and the demands on someone who’s acting in, directing, and producing a movie-there’s a nice irony to the fact that she’s blissed out and making a bowl. (When we’ve parted for the day, Wilde texts me a photo she took of me looking bemused at the wheel, along with the winking caption, “Master of her craft.”) Wilde herself is warm, serene, and engaged at the wheel. Our instructor is an artist named Freya, who serves us tea in proper cups and encourages us with phrases like “just squidge it up.” If Freya or Wilde is appalled by my interpretation of an ancient art form, they do not show it. My entire Instagram feed is just, like, people throwing pots.” Soon we’re each seated at pottery wheels with mounds of clay. This is the one thing that I feel completely zen about. “I’ll go to a Pilates class or dance class and get really competitive. “Everything else in my life, I want to be very good at: work, parenting, friendships, exercise,” she tells me. Wilde is a perfectionist-she ends up being on time-but pottery puts her at ease. ![]() Tube strike made getting a car a bit of a clusterfuck but I will be with you by 11:05. She’s running very slightly late, so she texts: “Julie! Hi it’s Olivia! I’m on my way. I asked if we could start our interviews somewhere other than a restaurant, and Wilde gamely suggested this. We talk at a pottery class in North London. Or maybe it’s the adventure that puts a spotlight on it everything.īut after it all, as I sit here on a rainy day in Krabi, there’s the holy-shit-I-can’t-believe-I’m-doing-this feeling, which will never get old.If Mirren had known what Wilde went through to make the movie-let alone the nasty surprise that awaited her when she walked on the stage moments later, or the wind tunnel of gossip in store at the Venice International Film Festival in September-she’d have hugged her even harder. Maybe it’s because I’m not working and there’s plenty of time to think about the emotions that I put aside when I once claimed to be too busy with work to think about them. The feeling of accomplishment and newfound wisdom when I finish a museum or tour, because I’m now the smartest, most cultured person around - DUH. The puffed up sense of pride I feel when I jump into a body of water that I know has things like crocodiles and snakes in it, but I do it anyway (and then eat them at a food market later). The anxiety when a monkey growls at me, so I call the camp’s chihuahua named Susie to chase it away. ![]() The jolt of surprise when I take a shower in Krabi and rinse out my shampoo only to see two geckos on the shower stall staring at me. Then there are they day-to-day emotions that make me laugh when I reflect on them. There’s the loneliness that comes when I wish one of my best friends was at my side to enjoy the moment with me, instead of a person who I’ll never see again. There’s the exhaustion from absorbing so many new sights and smells and cultures. There’s the fear and worry of the unknown as I travel, not knowing what the next few hours or days will hope and hoping I’m able to be brave enough to handle it. There’s the sadness and regret that I’m missing important things at home, like my growing family and my best friends. There’s the overwhelming joy and pit of gratitude that has settled permanently in my stomach, knowing I’m able to take this trip that so many people only hope for. But there’s something about being away from comfort zones and knowing that I’m on this epic trip that make me more hyper aware of my emotions. Just as it would be at home, depending on the day, the answer is a mixed bag. So many people have asked how I’m feeling on this trip.
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