Friday, July 24, 2020

Jennifer Honeybourn's "The Do-Over"

Jennifer Honeybourn is a fan of British accents, Broadway musicals, and epic, happily-ever-after love stories. If she could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, she’d have high tea with Walt Disney, JK Rowling, and her nana. She lives in Stratford, Ontario with her husband, daughter and cat in a house filled with books.

Here Honeybourn dreamcasts an adaptation of her new novel, The Do-Over:
When I was writing The Do-Over, I imagined the main character, Emelia, as Madelaine Petsch, the wonderful actress who plays Cheryl Blossom on Riverdale. I even gave Emelia Madelaine’s gorgeous red hair. Emelia is a bit misguided, she’s starry-eyed about popularity and what it would be like to be part of that crowd. She’s been a little bit in love with Ben for years, so when he finally notices her, she is so flattered that she can’t see him for who he really is. This feels like her chance and she’s going to take it, even if it means putting aside her burgeoning (and confusing) feelings for her best friend Alistair.

For Alistair, Emelia’s love interest, I saw him as a Timothée Chalamet-type, a bit of Bender from The Breakfast Club. The outsider who is comfortable with not fitting in and has no interest in being part of the popular crowd — in fact, he’s quite disdainful of the popular kids and what he believes they stand for. He sets himself apart through his clothing — fingerless gloves, movie t-shirts, a beanie — and his refusal to play nice with Ben and the other popular kids. He just can’t understand why Emelia would even want to be friends with these people and he certainly doesn’t understand when she chooses Ben over him.

For directors, I love Nahnatchka Kahn. She directed Always Be My Maybe, one of my favorite movies last year. It’s such a great romantic comedy, full of humor and heart, and I think that would make her the perfect choice to direct The Do-Over if it was ever made into a movie.
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