I've spent all week thinking about this. I'm assuming there are no rules for this, like, we can pick dead people and stuff. Cool? Ok, here goes:

Director: Sydney Pollack. Loved him. So sad he died. He directed two of my favorite movies: Tootsie and Out of Africa. He had a light touch and great storytelling sense. I think he'd make my fairly boring life appear much more interesting on screen.

Though I'm not red-haired or anywhere as pretty as her, I'd pick Julianne Moore to play me because we both have fair skin and freckles galore. Plus, I think she's lovely and I imagine her as somewhat normal in real life. We could hang out on the set with our kids. I'd teach her how to order sweet tea and say "Hey, sugar." like a real southerner.

My husband has to be played by Matthew Modine for three reasons: 1) 13 years ago, someone said they looked alike and I've clung to that comparison ever since. 2) he co-starred with me, er, my best friend Julianne, in Short Cuts and they worked well together. 3) he played a pilot in Memphis Belle and my husband is a pilot. I'm goofy that way.

My girls are too young to cast with famous faces, but the Gerber baby would be a good stand in for Dos. The Bug? Hmmmm....She'd never play herself. The mere sight of the camera might make her faint, soooo....Debbie Turner, the little girl who played Marta in The Sound of Music.

My best friend, Laura, would be Renee Zellwegger. Good blonde, great eyebrows and same smirk.

Since Richard Farnsworth is busy working on Ingrid's biopic, I'll have to go with Charles Durning as my dad. Same shape and size and I know he can do a decent southern accent. He laughs like my dad and looks a little like him, too.

Mom is really tough. Judi Dench is too short. Bea Arthur is tall enough but too New Yawk. Hmmmm...(chin in hand, tapping lips....) Gena Rowlands? Yes. Let's go with Gena Rowlands. I can see her grumbling about my dad and stirring a screwdriver with her index finger already.

In-laws: C. Montgomery Burns and Dr. Ruth. Easy peasy. Mr. Burns isn't available? Curses! Jacques Cousteau.

I have too many brothers and sisters to cast here. Let's just throw in the rest of the kids from The Sound of Music and call it a day. For the later years, just call everyone from The Big Chill. They're not working, right?

The soundtrack would have to be done by Danny Elfman. Can Johnny Depp make a cameo? Just so I can smooch him? I mean, Julianne. OH! And Clive Owen can be the guy I saw on an escalator in London. He was going down, I was going up. We locked eyes and there were sparks but that was it. But in my movie, he'll hop over the escalator to get next to me and we'll go make out in a cab.

Fade to black.

El fin.

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