He lurched without bravado into a litany of film pitches, a young-adult book series, a handful of TV shows at various stages of development and his new gig as co-executive producer of NBC’s No. 1 comedy hit, “The Office.” Hunched over the Mini’s tiny steering wheel, at more than six feet in a Ralph Lauren Black Label suit, Paul Feig paused, as if maybe nine projects weren’t enough. He mentioned one more little idea in the works. It sailed forth in a torrent, which, I later realized, represents the problem with Paul Feig.
“There’s an adult novel I have an idea for that I’m in love with,” he began. “It could possibly be a really weird, quirky indie movie, but I think it’s going to be funnier as a book. It’s just really dumb.