You Smell Like Shrimp has, like all great works of art, an awkward creation story involving ex-boyfriends, Diablo Cody, and a creepy side-plot that upon further inspection has an uncomfortably predatory stench.
Basically, it all began when Diana (me, the screenwriter, and yes I’ll be speaking in third person from now on) tried to distract herself from the devastation of a brutal dumping by watching the 2007 teen pregnancy romp Juno for the twelfth time. The story of two weirdos with interesting vocabularies tiptoeing around their feelings for their best friend spoke to the miserable Diana. We’re nutty like that, she thought. We’re poor communicators… I should write a script of my own about this!
So she wrote the script, showed it to her mother, and sat on it for five years until her future husband Kyle asked to read it, asked to make it, and made it.
You Smell Like Shrimp 