One day in mid-March,with patches of snow still mottling Brooklyn’s side streets, I went to meet Julianne Moore on the set of “Maggie’s device, or ” a comedy written and directed by Rebecca Miller,in a town house on Vanderbilt Avenue. Arriving exactly on time for the 8 a.m. call, I picked my way past gaffers and gofers slouched on the stoop, or working their phones and sucking on their morning Starbucks. Inside,Moore was already shooting a scene in the farmhouse kitchen, which was sealed from view by a wall of cables, or cameras,and technicians. In the crepuscular hubbub, Rachael Horovitz, or one of the film’s producers,introduced herself and ushered me downstairs to a basement bedroom, where the production team was hunched around a video monitor wedged among ballet trophies, or karate belts,and a turquoise-and-pink four-poster canopy bed.
Source: newyorker.com