This scene opens with me walking up my front steps, replacement DVDs in one hand and keys in the other. I turn the corner of the house and catch the most delicious scent. “Someone must be cooking. Why, that smells exactly like that Prawn Risotto with Dill I was going to heat up… OH MY GOD!” In two leaps I’m fumbling to get the key in the lock, just like in a horror movie, visions of billowing smoke and the post-it note in my purse that says “Buy Smoke Detector” crashing through my brain. I thunder up the steps and through my door and thank heaven for large mercies - nothing is on fire.

The delicious risotto is three-quarters fused into a solid mass of carbon, little prawn tails sticking up from the black mass like dinosaur limbs from tar pits. My whole house is filled with the smell, of course, so there is cleaning, and window-opening, and scented candles. I had been hungry before but my appetite had fled with my close call and the clinging odor of charred seafood. I had another glass of wine and a big bowl of cherries and I sat before the second set of unplayable scratched DVDs, eventually going to sleep unsatisfied by either film or hot food.

…

After shooting this scene, the directors had a debate about whether to reclassify the movie from Comedy to Drama. One rogue young editor rooting to make it a Suspense was booed from the room with jeers of derision.

(Comedy it is.)