In my inaugural interview here at The Dissolve, I shared that William H. Macy’s directorial debut, Rudderless, was my least favorite movie of 2014. “I love you, William H. Macy, but no,” I typed, feeling that love radiating deep in my bones. “One of the most manipulative, ham-handed and ultimately vacant movies I’ve seen in a while.” (Hey, it’s weird to quote yourself, but here I am.)
I firmly stand by this sentiment, including the fact that I do still love William H. Macy, despite his trespasses against us. How can you not? He’s William H. Motherfucking Macy. And he’s so happy all the time! And with love (and some time to reflect) comes forgiveness. Which is why I’m trying very hard to look forward to what Macy will do with his follow-up film, which has just been announced: For his next trick, Macy will direct The Layover, a “road trip sex comedy” starring Lea Michele and Kate Upton. Yes, the woman from Glee and the woman from The Other Woman will be having sex on the road (not with each other, presumably, but who knows). Here’s a synopsis, via Deadline:
“Michele and Upton play a pair of lifelong best friends who decide to avoid their problems by taking a vacation only to find that their plane has been rerouted due to a hurricane warning. To make matters worse, the two friends find themselves battling for the same guy during an extended layover in St. Louis. Macy will play a role in the film as well.”
Again, in the spirit of forgiveness and in the spirit of William H. Macy (pure, effervescent joy and light), let’s proceed with caution when unpacking this one. Let’s make this a safe space, one that William H. Macy would like to hang out in while he has a few kombuchas and shares his Zen-like philosophies on life. Maybe The Layover, which is actually a great pun!, will be a feminist sex comedy that subverts its minefield of a plot summary. Maybe it won’t devolve into a sour melange of The Other Woman, Road Trip, Crossroads, and Bride Wars. Perhaps Michele and Upton’s characters won’t be reduced to shrill stereotypes (the very hot blonde and the also hot but more-intellectual brunette, who’s a lawyer or a welder or something) catfighting over a dude. Maybe the comments section over at Deadline, in which everybody is arguing over whether Michele or Upton is hotter, and imagining putting one’s face on the other’s body to create the ideal woman, isn’t a sign that we have gotten basically nowhere as a society. Anything is possible! As long as its plot doesn’t involve a sad, middle-aged white man finding inner peace by living on a boat and jocking his dead son’s songs, I’m open to The Layover.
For his part, Macy seems really excited about this movie (is he always really excited? I love him), even though it’s wholly unclear why he’s even involved. “The minute I met Lea and Kate, the film began to focus for me,” said Macy. “They are singular, ambitious funny women in full. This is going to be fun.” Is it? Okay, William H. I’ll believe you. Because I love you.