Just when you think you're out, they pull you back in
The tournament was 5 weeks ago. SOMEONE needs to write a recap. <------
But first... Today was full of excitement.
I love semi-retirement, but today I was offered some full-time work and I accepted. It's just for a few weeks, short and sweet, and I'll be working with 2 people from the old job. (No, it's NOT "Let's Play Crosswords" which I hope no one I know has anything to do with so I can be on it.)
The only problem is, I'm supposed to start Wednesday and I'd like to use my Tribeca daytime pass. Hopefully there's some flexibility. I haven't talked to the person with the details.
Speaking of Tribeca, yesterday I went to my first film, at Tribeca Cinemas. I'm very familiar with this theater from the Spirit Awards screenings. The air was festive despite a light drizzle. I asked what line to stand on, and it turned out to be wrong (door sales instead of ticket- and pass-holders). Serves me right for asking the guy handing out free candy who had nothing to do with the fest. Anyway, I eventually found the right line and got in. The smallish theater was packed. As I leafed through my stuff, I looked down at my Yahoo lanyard and my pass was missing! Luckily, it was just in my lap but I'll have to be careful not to lose it.
The movie was "Forging a Nation (Hacer Patria)," a documentary by David Blaustein (a man my age) about his family's journey from Poland to Argentina. In Spanish with often-typoed subtitles, it started out with the filmmaker tracking down the ship entry records of his ancestors in the 1920s, going through WWII, Peron, subsequent governments, and today.
The only problem was, nothing much happened. The issues of assimilation and government oppression were covered, but most of it was just everyday life. Family members were interviewed and old footage shown. There was a long stretch where the movie resembled the home movies of "51 Birch Street" without the drama. Toward the end we were jolted back when we found the Blaustein brothers had to leave Argentina for Mexico and Spain (they later were able to return). Many audience members felt they had to leave, too, during the 2+ hour running time.
More people left before the Q&A with the director, but I stayed. Blaustein spoke Spanish and a translator without a microphone gave the English, which wasn't that practical but the theater was small enough to hear him. The most interesting comment was that this story could have taken place anywhere, but the family happened to land in Argentina. I wanted to ask if the filmmaker's generation married Jews, and how assimilated they all were now, but was too shy. I was originally inclined to rate this in the middle, but moved it to second-lowest (out of 5) when it dragged.
Today I saw "The Education of Charlie Banks," directed by Limp Bizkit's Fred Durst. It was the world premiere and there was a lot of press and hoopla when I got to Clearview Chelsea, where this time the lines were clearly marked. Well-dressed, show-biz looking people gathered in front of the theater, and the scene was reminiscent of our Tribeca premiere last year, except for the well-dressed, show-biz looking part.
Inside, much of the center section was roped off so I took my usual seat on the left aisle. People connected with the movie greeted each other and schmoozed. In the aisle next to me, a nicely dressed longish-haired guy introduced someone to his parents, "___ Durst" so I assumed he was Fred. I'm not up on my Limp Bizkit. People finally settled in, and Fred Durst was called up to introduce the movie. He had a shaved head and was not the guy I saw (who must have been Fred's brother Cory). He seemed sincerely thrilled to be there.
The movie was about some privileged New York kids and a bad boy, who reunite a few years later at college, originally written as Vassar but changed to a generic school when they filmed at Brown. I know as much about the appearance of Vassar and Brown as about Fred Durst, so I had no idea where this was until it was revealed in the credits. There's a lot of (ick) drinking and smoking and some violence, but the story was surprisingly good. I found out later the movie takes place in the early 80s, but despite some period songs in the soundtrack I had no clue it wasn't the present. I gave it the second-highest rating, feeling like a skating judge who wants to leave room in case there's a better performance (not that I'm limited in how I can vote).
As the director and cast (minus Jason Ritter, filming in South Africa) assembled for a Q&A, I recognized a young blond boy walking by as Miles Robbins. Son of Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon, half-brother of Eva Amurri who was in the movie (and goes to Brown). He returned to his seat, and I realized the tall, light-haired guy directly across the aisle (THIS close) was Tim Robbins (who I also saw last fall at "Catch a Fire"), and Susan Sarandon was a few seats in. Good-looking family. Both Tim and Susan asked questions, not to Eva but to Jesse Eisenberg (Charlie) and the writer. I was too shy to say anything as everyone headed out, they to their show-biz party and me to the subway. I feel like such a fangirl when I see celebs. I felt like telling people in the supermarket, "I just saw Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins!" but got my diet blondies and frozen yogurt and went home. Wire Image
shows that Bernadette Peters and Donna Karan were also there.
You know you're old when the spam reads, "Don't miss these deals on rocking chairs." (And what's with the Biblical quote headers?)