Then a slightly sleazy looking man named Larry approached us and asked if we wanted to take a limo downtown. There was a huge line, and every ten minutes or so one lone cab would come by, pick up the first person in line and the rest of us would shuffle a couple of inches towards the front, like cows on the way to the slaughterhouse. We got stranded at LaGuardia (located in the aptly named town of Flushing, NY) for a while because there simply were no cabs to be had. By the time I arrived on Friday most of it was gone, but travelling by car was still a take-your-life-into-your-hands kind of proposition. On Wednesday they got more snow than they had all of last winter. I left last Tuesday and it was cold, but still quite pleasant. Our flight was on time, which I found surprising considering that New York had just been buried in snow. I have eaten better food for sure, (Air France still takes the award for best in-flight food) but at least this was a bit more substantial than the packets of pretzels they heave at you on other airlines. This trip was a vast improvement with a light lunch of cold chicken, pesto pasta shells, some brie and a spinach salad with roasted garlic and chive dressing. On Monday, as I reported in an earlier diary, I flew American Airlines with disappointing culinary results. Not me, I bravely forged on and got on the plane, mostly because I had a First Class ticket, courtesy of my friend Teri Hart who wheeled and dealed us into the pointy end of the plane with the bigger seats and decent food. Seriously, I know people who would have let this get the better of them.

Then today I scheduled to leave at 1 pm, or 13:00 on the 24 hour clock. I assumed that they wouldn’t, just as most hotels don’t have 13th floors. GATE 13! I didn’t know they had Gate 13s. Luckily I’m not superstitious, (despite my little freak-out about the horoscope) because if I was I would never have gotten on either of the out going planes from Toronto. “Just because you are experiencing a little retrograde blip in your 3rd solar house…” (WHAT!) I won’t share the whole new agey thing with you, but to sum up, it basically says everything is going to be OK, which is good because it is my second trip to New York this week, and I’m tired and grumpy. I didn’t think they’d tell you really bad things… Anyway, I finally find some hope in the pages of Vanity Fair. What am I doing on an airplane? It’s not like I really believe in horoscopes, but I do occasionally read them, and I’m just surprised that all of mine are so negative. I’m willing to read every newspaper and magazine on the airplane until I find a horoscope with some good news. “If a partnership is not working out the way it should…” This one isn’t shaping up very well either. 5.My horoscope for Friday says, “Life looks a bit grim today.” I have a long day of travelling, seeing movies and running around today, and I refuse to accept that particular celestial prophesy. Vedder ultimately helped his friend get by, giving Cooper notes on songs he was writing for the film and everything.Ī Star Is Born opens Oct. “He was like, ‘What? Bro, don’t do that.’ “He thought it was crazy I was going to do this movie,” Cooper laughed. Vedder’s initial reaction to hearing The Hangover star would croon onscreen wasn’t as encouraging, though. “And he gave me minor, little things that only musicians know about what to do, just aesthetically and the inner workings.” “I went up to Seattle and spent four or five days with him and I asked him 9,000 questions,” Cooper revealed. “It was an amalgamation, on a subconscious level,” Cooper told us at the film’s Toronto press junket, where he was joined by co-star Lady Gaga (watch above).īut if Cooper’s acclaimed performance does remind you of a certain real-life rock star, Pearl Jam frontman Eddie Vedder - as it did us - that is not a coincidence.Ĭooper revealed to Yahoo Entertainment that he and Vedder have become good friends, and the singer was a go-to source for nailing down the character of Jackson Maine and all its nuances. So Jackson Maine, the country-rock crooner Cooper portrays in his directorial debut, is more of a riff on John Norman Howard, the singer Kris Kristofferson played in the 1976 film version (itself a second remake of the 1937 original) opposite Barbra Streisand, than a specific recording artist. Bradley Cooper‘s upcoming Oscar contender, A Star Is Born, is a remake, not a biopic.

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