We like to get a sense of the artists who entertain or move us. Movies are such direct emotional experiences, we feel as though we deserve a continuing relationship with the people who made them. As if they’re owned by the U.S National Park Service.
I was a little over the top when I once described Brook Busey — better known as “Juno” screenwriter Diablo Cody — as a postmodern Dorothy Parker. I was referring to her pre-Hollywood days as a blogger, when she turned that me-centric pastime into something evocative and wittily readable.
She had also just written the 2006 memoir, “Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper,” an account of her year spent at the pole in Minnesota.