A few weeks ago, I watched “Waitress,” Adrienne Shelly’s poignant third feature, which opens in Los Angeles and New York today. A triumph of quirkiness, heart and wit, “Waitress” would not be a typical film for me, but I couldn’t help be drawn in by its affectionate characters (Keri Russell can act), pie-making aplomb (after the film, I was inspired to make my own pie creation), and glorious inversion of cinematic stereotypes about mothers-to-be and abusive husbands (it’s much smarter than the trailers suggest).
I also couldn’t help but think of Shelly’s children, who now without their mother, have been left with this bittersweet gem, made in their honor, to remember her by. When news of Shelly’s death first came out, I wrote this little blog post with some thoughts about my few interactions with her over the years. It was nice to see that for the following few days, the entry became a sort of defacto web memorial for Adrienne, with many others offering their own fond remembrances. Please check it out and then enjoy the film.