Top

film

Stories

 

Get Gertie

A man wants a Date with Drew, and he's not a stalker ... really

You will be forgiven for believing Brian Herzlinger is something of a creepy guy. Certainly, at first (and 23rd) glance, the man seems to be covered in the icky residue of the stunted, the pathetic and the desperate, which makes him like most hopeful young men who move to Los Angeles to work in the movie business and find themselves broke and unemployed. His was once a promising future: He had a mildly acclaimed short film to his name, an internship at DreamWorks and MGM, a gig as production assistant on the defunct series Chicago Hope. He was going places, till he began running in place. By the time we meet Herzlinger in his first film to see release, his sole source of income is a check for $1,100, his winnings from an appearance on the pilot episode of a forgotten game show called Taboo, where the answer to the puzzle was "Drew Barrymore."

What he chooses to do with that money is perhaps even more frightening: Rather than use it to pay his rent, to keep the lights on, to feed himself, he chooses to invest in a documentary about chasing down a childhood crush in the hopes of going out on a single date with her. What's even more unsettling is the object of his infatuation: Drew Barrymore, with whom Herzlinger has been in love ever since he was a ten-year-old member of her fan club. (He still has the publicity photo sent to members, in its original pink envelope, and even now his apartment is decorated with an E.T.movie poster, signed by Steven Spielberg, presumably when Herzlinger met the director during his senior year in high school, in 1994.) With his life's savings and a video camera from Circuit City, which he would return within 30 days, Herzlinger set out in 2003 to track down his elusive prey through friends of friends of friends, including actors Eric Roberts and Corey Feldman and Charlie's Angelsscreenwriter John August. But, of course, you dare not label him stalker. His is, after all, an innocent sort of pestering -- the last gasp of a desperate man in search of the elusive dream girl who will make his life seem a little worthwhile.

Of course, you may choose to read My Date with Drewseveral different ways -- as endearing or frightening, as bleak or expectant, as the optimistic daydream of the naive everyman or the beginnings of a problem that could only lead to a restraining order. Barrymore had her own ideas, revealed at movie's end, but to give away her response would spoil the final and most compelling moments of a movie that keeps trying to convince you its star's obsession is healthy and reasonable. Suffice it to say that Herzlinger could have picked a far worse subject; God only knows how badly things might have gone had he spent a lifetime stalking -- pardon, adoring from afar -- someone far less bubbly, perky, compassionate and sympathetic than Barrymore.

Brian Herzlinger chooses to chase his dream girl 
instead of paying the rent.
Brian Herzlinger chooses to chase his dream girl instead of paying the rent.

To be fair, Herzlinger, who looks like a more hirsute version of Gremlinsstar Zach Galligan, doesn't come across as menacing, only a little lost and a lot goofy. (He's a grown man prone to jumping up and down like a little girl when he receives good news, and he's honest enough to include audio of an ex-girlfriend telling him she asked him out only because she felt sorry for him.) But you can't help feeling a little worried for the guy, precisely because he's put so much into his hunt for Barrymore that he comes perilously close to becoming a fuckup -- to the point where he almost doesn't go on a job interview with E! Entertainment Television because he doesn't want real life interfering with the pursuit of his fantasy. And Herzlinger's friends only encourage and enable him: They drive him to pick up a $100 check his folks have overnighted him, they help shoot his movie, they make phone calls on his behalf, they cash in favor after favor and connection after connection, and never once lecture him on the need to be the slightest bit responsible.

And they don't lose their shit when Herzlinger actually meets Barrymore at the post-premiere party for Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle and completely freezes up. They've spent hours plotting how to get him in, even making two sets of fake badges that allow him access, and yet when he's introduced to her by the wife of a friend, Herzlinger goes blank, stammers and wastes the opportunity. It's the ultimate blowing-it moment, a pissing away of so much effort and occasion, yet his pals Joe Gunn and Brett Winn (the doc's co-directors) just let it go. Where most folks would lay into Herzlinger, branding him coward or schmuck or worse, they let it go, regroup and press on -- true believers in their buddy's cause, even if he doesn't prove himself up to the challenge during such moments.

Early in the movie, a screenwriter pal of Herzlinger's wishes him nothing but failure on his quest -- "for the sake of America," he says, suggesting that his is little more than the shallow pursuit of a famous person, and he's not far off. After all, it's our national pastime, our collective obsession -- to either be famous or know someone who is. But there is, admittedly, something a little inspiring, too, in watching one man risk everything to see whether he can make a childhood fantasy become reality -- if only for an afternoon. After all, as a wise person once said, "If you don't take risks, you'll have a wasted soul." Oh, wait. That was Drew Barrymore.

 
My Voice Nation Help
 

Now Showing

Find capsule reviews, showtimes & tickets for all films in town.

Box Office Report

Join My Voice Nation for free stuff, film info & more!

Loading...