Britt Plunkett runs his forearm across his head, pushing sweat off his brow. “I actually took a picture of the thermostat,” he says. “I just had to record it: 99 degrees.”For Paul Rudd, the decision to star in Jay Roach’s new comedy, “Dinner for Schmucks,” was an easy one. “I thought the script was really funny,” he says. “That was it. It was kind of a no-brainer.” Of course Rudd, who’s built an impressive resume of smart comedies, was just as enamored of the man behind the camera. Though Lilith Fair returned from an 11-year hiatus to a very different musical landscape, it is one that Sarah McLachlan and Co. helped lay the blueprints for more than a decade ago.Although facts on the famed Clinton-Mezvinsky wedding, which is rumored to happen this weekend, are tighter than Hillary Clinton’s smile, some details have leaked out. Sources report that groom Marc Mezvinsky has “hurt” his father’s family by not inviting them to the wedding (Ed Mezvinsky pleaded guilty in 2002 to swindling investors out of $10 million.He may play the part of a high-end gigolo in “The Extra Man,” but offscreen, Kevin Kline continues to be quite a charmer.
It’s hard to imagine Yelle as a shy, quiet girl, living in a small town in Brittany, France.
You know Yelle, that cute girl who sings songs celebrating small breasts (the anti-Pamela Anderson anthem “85A”) and a certain electric erotic device (”Mon Meilleur Ami,” which translates as “My Best Friend,” so, say no more). But Julie Budet, electro pop chanteuse Yelle’s real name, isn’t quite the lewd Mademoiselle her songs present.
“Yelle, it’s my crazy part and I can be more crazy onstage and wear colorful outfits,” says Budet in the most adorably demure tone. Earlier this year, Yelle (pronounced “yell”) released her vibrant, bold debut “Pop-Up” and wowed the dance hordes at Coachella Music Festival in California.
This fall, she takes her provocative booty-shaking cuts nationwide on her first full-fledged U.S. tour and truly hopes America won’t be shocked.
“Yes, I talk about sex,” she explains. “It’s really important not to be close-minded. We are a young generation and we can talk about anything. But it’s also about finding the good way to talk about it.”
As the timid but talented Julie, whose father François Budet was a relatively well-known singer, Yelle struggled to find her own voice. Then she met the French producer and musician Grand Marnier.
“The beginning of our collaboration was really important,” she says. “I realized I was so me on stage. I accepted me like that. I could be a singer. I’m not like my father, but that’s OK.”
At first, she was YEL, an acronym for You Enjoy Life; appropriate for her vital fun pop songs. But a Belgium band with that name objected, so Budet added a couple of extra letters that played on the French feminine form: Elle or She. Voila — She was complete: “I prefer it,” coos Budet. “It’s more feminine; it’s more me.”
So, does the shy, quiet Julie Budet still exist? Sometimes, she says, when she’s at home in Brittany, living simply among family and friends.
“Maybe today I’m more,” she breaks, muttering in French to a companion as she struggles for the translation.
“I trust me more today,” she comes back. “I do something very special and I like my job. This is my passion.”
Yelle
with Funeral Party and KAP10KURT
Tonight, 7
The Roxy
279 Tremont St., Boston
MBTA: Green Line to Boylston
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