Excerpts from Lena Dunham’s Interview with Mindy Kaling
LENA: Let’s start light: What would you like your legacy to be? For example, I hope to have made it easier to be oneself in this hardscrabble world and to have rescued at least 15 animals from certain death. I’d also like to be known as “prolific, iconoclastic, and winsome.”
MINDY: “She threw the most amazing parties and she had the most gorgeous and cheerful husband. Gay teenagers would dress up as her for Halloween. She seemed to have read every book, yet no one ever saw her reading. She had the appetite of an Olympic swimmer and the physique of an Olympic figure skater. She dressed like Chloë Sevigny and could fuck for hours…” I could write those for another 10 pages. Truthfully, I guess I would like to be remembered as a great writer and a kind person. I wouldn’t mind if an expensive bag were named after me, like Jane Birkin.
LENA: How would you describe your fashion style? Please answer in the form of the first paragraph of an InStyle profile that, while not 100 percent accurate, embodies the things you strive for in your wardrobe and your beauty regimen. For example: “Lena Dunham sits down at a café table in the sixth arrondissement. She brushes her bangs aside, revealing reddened, teary eyes. ‘I’m sorry – I just passed Jim Morrison’s grave and was overcome with emotion,’ she says. She is 15 minutes late but too focused on her canvas satchel of antique books to care…”
MINDY: “When Mindy Kaling arrived to the Chateau Marmont 30 minutes late, she apologized profusely and began dabbing ice water on a badly skinned knee. ‘I thought I hit an old woman in the Loehmann’s parking lot,’ she said, a flush of perspiration on her cheeks and forehead. ‘Turned out it was a sack of trash with a shawl draped on it. Got so mad at it that I kicked it, and this happened.’ She gestured to her knee. Miss Kaling ushered in a scent that was a curious mix of cardamom, citrus, and Old Spice Pure Sport. Without looking at the menu, she ordered a Moscow Mule, the steak and fries with five mini bottles of Tabasco sauce. Her shirt was Ikat print, and her harem pants were tribal print. She had neon pink high tops she promptly took off. ‘You don’t mind, do you? It’s a hell of a lot of shoe for a summer’s day,’ she purred. I did mind. I minded a lot.”
LENA: What would you say is the hardest part about being a boss? I’d say it’s that there’s no convenient time to take naps and the constant sense that you are neglecting something or someone.
MINDY: I want to be part of the gang. I don’t want to be the gang leader who has to stay on gang schedule and pay gang taxes. I have to do that stuff now. Sometimes I just want to shoot my machine gun in the air, you know?
Films I’ve seen in the last few weeks:
DON JON: A-
I loved the simple but smart concept of dating with unrealistic expectations. JGL and ScarJo were perfect with their spot on accents and palpable chemistry. I still couldn’t quite buy the ending though.
Predictable, but still fairly entertaining. Dramatically, it went in circles (pun intended), with each man besting the other on the race track until the film sputtered (hah) to an ending. All of the American posters just feature Chris Hemsworth prominently when this deserves to be touted as a two hander.
SHORT TERM 12: A
My love for Brie Larson continues to grow. There were quite a few scenes which moved me (rap scene, John Gallagher Jr.’s character toasting his foster parents) and elevated this from the cliche film I expected it to be after seeing the trailer. I was wrong and thoroughly enjoyed this one. I might have to give The Newsroom another try because of how much I adore John Gallagher Jr.
THE SPECTACULAR NOW: B
I thought this would move me more than it did, but I didn’t feel anything until Sutter’s confrontation with his mom near the end. Maybe it’s because I dislike Shailene Woodley (overrated) and Miles Teller (a friend experienced his douchebaggery firsthand). Kyle Chandler playing an abhorrent character also crushed my soul. Why, Coach Taylor, why??
THE GRANDMASTER: B+
I’m a huge Wong Kar-Wai fan because of his incredible visual storytelling and his handling of doomed romance, a recurring theme in his work. The martial arts were pretty impressive and the train fight in particular was a highlight for me, but I ultimately felt the biopic was told in a clunky way. I’m curious to see the original version not edited down for American audiences. Nevertheless, Zhang Ziyi is flawless and Tony Leung is so cool I like to pretend he’s my dad.
The World’s End: B-
This was pretty funny and often ridiculous as one would expect from Edgar Wright, but at this point I’m kind of tired of the Simon Pegg/Nick Frost bromance.
Only God Forgives
This is not Drive 2: Bangkok Drift. Yes, it’s meticulously framed and saturated in the same way as Drive and Gosling has about the same amount of dialogue (10 lines give or take), but everything else left me cold. This simple revenge story fueled by mommy issues wasn’t compelling to me, and mood/atmosphere can only do so much. I really loved how Drive felt dreamlike at some points and nightmarish at other moments. Only God Forgives is an unyielding nightmare. Unsurprisingly, I did appreciate the Cliff Martinez soundtrack (not as many memorable tracks though). And I couldn’t take my eyes off of Yayaying Rhatha Phongam:
She didn’t have much to do, but she is stunning.