“Dear Mr. Timberlake, I mean, what can I say? You’re Justin Timberlake.”

This brought tears to my eyes. Here is Greta Gerwig’s adorably enthusiastic – and yet totally respectful – letter to Justin Timberlake – on actual stationery – not an email – asking if she could license “Cry Me a River” for her upcoming film Lady Bird (which you all should see, by the way. I reviewed for Film Comment).

Naturally, he said Yes.

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4 Responses to “Dear Mr. Timberlake, I mean, what can I say? You’re Justin Timberlake.”

  1. Paula says:

    //the girl in headgear// oh this is the sweetest. I love her so much. How could he say no to that?

    • sheila says:

      I know!! I also love the underlining of “full on make out”.

      Just so sweet. A beautiful mix of Fangirl and Professional (letting him know the exact context in which the song would be used – so important).

      Just love her for it – and love him for saying Yes!

  2. wren collins says:

    that justin is quite the triple threat.

  3. Linkmeister says:

    Blast that guy. He keeps proving to be a nice man, and I wanted to hate him so much when NSync was first big. We share a last name, see, and so every slumber party in the city had the obligatory “look up Timberlake in the phone book and see if Justin’s there” moment. Round about ten pm every Saturday night, on two different phone lines, we’d start getting calls. The first ten or so were amusing.

    This went on for several months, until it became apparent that none of the (three) Timberlakes in town were related to him.

    It did not give me great confidence in the educational system. Why on earth would tween girls think this guy in their favorite band lived in the same city they did? Ah well.

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