A Love Letter to Emma Stone

Emma Stone is pregnant, and I'm delighted for her, and I just want to celebrate Ms. Stone in a few paragraphs.

SNL almost cut the skit "The Actress" -- surely, the greatest moment among all the great SNL moments -- and it's Emma Stone who insisted that "The Actress" actually happen.

Emma Stone is the main watchable feature in "Crazy, Stupid, Love," and if you go through the reviews, you'll see more than one critic saying, "Despite my reservations, I enjoyed the movie because of Emma Stone....."

Emma Stone is using her post-Oscar-win capital to remake Glenn Close's "101 Dalmatians" -- and even though I haven't seen the new movie, just thinking about it makes me smile. And I admire Stone's decision-making; surely, "Cruella" is a movie that *needs* to happen.

Finally: Maybe my favorite moment in Hollywood history (as of now)....is the set-up for "Easy A." Ms. Stone lies about her weekend to make herself seem glamorous. Then, we see her *actual* weekend: She receives a five-dollar birthday gift from her grandmother, along with a Hallmark card that plays the Natasha Beddingfield song "Pocket Full of Sunshine." Stone's "journey" with this song, right up until the final punchline, is just mesmerizing for me, and I can't stop thinking about. I love that lady.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynLlgWbl-mc

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