My subconscious has pretty awful taste in men. It tends towards the bulky and “manly,” the type I’d never talk to in real life. The guy from House of Pain. Kiefer Sutherland. Seriously. But my subconscious has great taste in Oscar-nominated directors! (That’s the mighty David O. Russell, free of his awful I Heart Huckabees haircut.)
Anyways, a natural consequence of having a dream where David O. Russell is trying really, really hard to get you to make out with him is that you’ll say, later, “let’s play David O. Russell and Lily Tomlin!” to your significant other. It will be a joke, however. Or will it? You will definitely rewatch the I Heart Huckabees Russell yelling clips - the one where Lily Tomlin is at a desk, and he starts yelling at her, goes off-screen, still yelling, and then comes storming back in, onto the set, via the door opposite the desk? That is some comic gold right there.
I will say that I have thoroughly enjoyed every David O. Russell film that’s ever been made - Three Kings, in particular, is a little masterpiece - and I had really high hopes for the forgotten Nailed.