I showed up at 11 a.m. at the Seattle Center location of Enough, the undoubtedly hard-hitting Jennifer Lopez drama that was filming here last week, and grabbed a production assistant, who tried to notify Vic, my contact and the movie’s official press rep, via walkie-talkie. Five P.A.s and several security guards later, there was still no sign of Vic, and I had only managed to reach a gated area that kept starstruck riffraff like me out.
I was so intent on jumping the police barrier that I almost missed the entrance of La Lopez herself, beaming, hand in hand with rumored fianc頼B>Cris Judd. Jennifer is deliciously tiny and round and plush- bottomed and looks like a million bucks in person (OK, maybe a quarter million—but that’s still a lot of money).
Eventually Travis, the local casting director, showed some sympathy and led me onto the set not far from where Lopez was seated in Judd’s lap, blocked by an enormous bodyguard who probably dwarfs the Mercedes SUV that Jennifer has supposedly given Judd as an engagement bauble.
I sat there scribbling notes until I was approached by three chatty extras: Dan and Ali, two guys in their early 20s, and Sandy, a 40-ish woman in a large, floppy sun hat who informed me that “the new name for extras is background artists.” Sandy’s r鳵m鬠available without request, also includes a turn as the farmer’s wife in the wacky gorilla comedy Born to Be Wild. Dan and Ali were very sweet and very happy and could not believe the overwhelming possibilities of a world that put them in the vicinity of Jennifer Lopez.
Our shared reveries—the boys swearing that they’d received a smile from the Star, Sandy pointing to my pad and suggesting I write down her moment as a gypsy in an upcoming Stephen King miniseries—were interrupted by the belated appearance of Vic, who wagged a finger in my face and claimed I’d broken our “deal” by getting onto the set without him. It didn’t matter—filming had wrapped at the location, and Jennifer had left unnoticed in the wake of the fantasies she’d inspired.
“She had that same walk from Selena,” Dan told me wide-eyed, describing his day as J.Lo’s background artist. “You know—that celebrity walk.” Oh, Dan, I wanted to say, remembering a time when I used to lock myself in my bedroom and carefully arrange my Valerie Bertinelli clippings, I do know.
