A favorite Friend talks about how love, loss, and David Fincher prepared her to direct her first feature-length movie, the indie dramedy Just Before I Go.
I’ve always felt a kinship to Courteney Cox. I think we all have.
There was the way she managed, as Monica Geller on Friends, to make the combination of neuroticism and rabid energy seem warm, endearing, and fun. There was the middle finger she gave critics and industry suits who wrote off Cougar Town based on its misfire of a title by steadfastly guiding the little sitcom that could through 88 episodes and two networks, turning it into, at one point, the most consistently firing sitcom on TV and a showcase for her most nuanced acting yet.
She’s always seemed just the right balance of glamorous and goofy, that when you see her, you feel like you’re running into an old Friend. (Heh.) And, as she sits across from me raving in ecstasy about ranch dressing, all of the suspicions about how cool Cox might actually be in person are ever-so-blissfully confirmed.
“You’ve never seen the way I eat,” Cox cautions, dabbing dressing from the corner of her lip as we discuss Just Before I Go, her feature film directorial debut that premiered last week at the Tribeca Film Festival. But, as she begins to share the personal stories behind the personal film, all traces of vanity and self-consciousness goes out the window. “Ranch dressing is so good,” she coos. “Fuck yeah, Hidden Valley.”