There are lots of versions of Heidi. I’ve only seen this one. And I realized as I was working on this that it’s honestly the only Shirley Temple movie I’ve ever seen. She’s one of those actors who you just know exists, and that’s all you need to know. But it’s not until you actually see her move and act and sing that you realize why she was such a phenomenon in her time. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed working on this movie, especially after the concentrated sleaze of The Counselor. It was like a bright, fresh after-dinner mint after a heavy slab of filet mignon that I ate while squatting in the gutter dressed in a plaid dinner jacket in a hot tropical rain.
I don’t know if that makes sense. I’m still waking up and my coffee is extra bitter this morning because I bought my pound of Peaberry down the street at Charlie’s Coffee House on New Year’s Day and I think I left my credit card there. Why did I do that? Because I meant to leave a tip and I messed it up, so I hightailed it outta there. Maybe they’ll use it to buy themselves an Xbox, which sounds like a decent gratuity to me.