Although ‘L.A. Confidential’ is a long movie, there’s never a moment when you think, ‘I’m loving this… but when’s dinner?’ Each time I see it, I discover something I hadn’t noticed before. It has a tremendous skill in developing all the subplots.
I want to read books and go for walks and make dinner. I guess there are people who love working and that’s great. I’m not one of them. I love tackling roles and I love theater, but filming, I don’t get it. It seems mind-numbing to me.
I’d rather enjoy meals, order bottles of red wine and eat creme brulee at the end of dinner. Then, when they call you for a photo shoot, you just go, ‘Okay, time to hit the treadmill.’
I’ve always walked around with the sense that the world is not a safe place. I didn’t get the spontaneous gene or the adventure one, really. After going through the day with its stresses, when I shut that door at night, I don’t have to deal with anything but dinner, ‘E.R.’ and my bathrobe.
I was in a form of a prison: not necessarily with bars, but I was locked to that machine three days a week, and I couldn’t plan work, I couldn’t plan vacations, I couldn’t plan dinner, I couldn’t plan homework, I couldn’t plan nothing because at the end of the day, Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I had to be at dialysis.
I mean, I can cook, but I’d get very nervous having my food being judged by dinner guests.
Rather go to bed without dinner than to rise in debt.
I have an ambivalent relationship with Margaret Thatcher. She came to power in May 1979 – a month before my 11th birthday. I was far too young to have developed a great deal of political awareness. I remember it, though – my mother excited at the dinner table because Britain had its first female prime minister.
When we were in the design studio I always was pretending like I was in a closet asking my friend before I step out into the world what do I look like? And everybody wants that honest friend before they go and go to dinner or go to an event.
Luxury lives in the finer details. It’s a cloth napkin at a dinner table. It’s a mint on your pillow before bed.
Dinner for me is usually some version of chicken or fish – I love salmon – with grilled vegetables and salad.
If people want to find me, they can. They’ll see a middle-aged woman wandering around the grocery store, looking to see what to buy for dinner.
There’s not much to do in Atlanta, so the cast went to the gym together, went shopping together, and dinner was always a group thing. It’s that whole summer-camp experience that making movies tends to be anyway.
Well, sometimes if I go out to dinner with my family, people will come up to me and put their hand across my plate for me to shake, sometimes when I have a bite of food in my mouth. I find this a bit disturbing.
My husband, Gabriele, is a musician, and I love music, so you can bet it’s a really important part of our home entertaining repertoire, even if it means Gabriele making a really good playlist for a dinner party.
I’m terrified of walking into a room full of people. Sitting down at a dinner table with 15 strangers brings me out in a sweat.
I was the youngest; I had two imperious older brothers – I didn’t get to often complete sentences at the dinner table. So writing was a way of saying what nobody asked me to say.
In L.A., I’m always going to dinner and hanging out. In New York, it’s like my life just feels crazier, and there’s more options.
