A 5/26/97 New Yorker Talk of the Town piece on celebs' plans for their own funerals poignantly included Wendy Wasserstein, who died last year at 55. She thought Lynne Thigpen could sing (no, already dead), Andre Bishop could speak (he did), and her mother could dance (I don't know if she danced, but she was still alive and died not long after her daughter). Further research shows that Geoffrey Beene also has died since that article.
When I worked in Times Square, lunch was often salad at a place that mixed it for you. I usually got shredded cheese, tofu, shredded carrots, red peppers and tomatoes as add-ins (no dressing). I decided to replicate this at home, using prepackaged lettuce and carrots (I'm lazy). I unearthed the rarely used salad spinner (gotten with a gift certificate in 2001) to toss the ingredients. After several spins, not much had moved so I resorted to manually tossing with two wooden spoons. Some food got into the top spinning mechanism and there was no apparent way to dismantle the lid for cleaning. Discussion with Oxo confirmed this, and they said newer models avoid this problem. So much for industrial design.
In the endless quest for raspberry juice, I got Crystal Light individual raspberry ice packets from Fresh Direct. This tastes nothing like Minute Maid's fruity goodness, but has that artificial cloyingly sweet taste and stains your face. Strangely, the little grocery across the street where I first found the Minute Maid hasn't had it since.
Bulldozers have appeared in the adjacent tennis courts, ready to break those up and build 3 new buildings. Construction across the street is also progressing, and more high-rises are sprouting up a few blocks away. This neighborhood is getting an infusion of luxury housing as well as a Whole Foods (the rumors appear to be true), not necessarily a bad thing.
Last night was the premiere of "Introducing the Dwights" (known as "Clubland" when shown at Sundance this year) at the Chelsea West. Jeffurry wasn't in town so I couldn't meet him on his corner again. I arrived at 6:15 for the 7 pm show and was way early. You never know with these things - 45 minutes early for "Ratatouille" put us way back in the line. Although I reserved and had an e-mail confirmation, my name wasn't on the list but they noted it, let me in anyway, and even gave me an afterparty invite. In the theater lobby, I went to the end of a line, but it was a line of photographers and one told me to go on in.
The theater was practically empty, with staff still putting Reserved signs on the chairs, and I chose the Tim Robbins memorial seat from the "Charlie Banks" premiere. The showing was co-sponsored by the American Australian Association, and people with Aussie ("Ozzie") accents began coming in as well as regular New Yorkers and a few connected with the movie.
The sound was a little loud, but I put that aside and got caught up in the story of a mother and her 2 sons in a Sydney suburb. Brenda Blethyn gives an award-worthy performance as a divorced mom working in a canteen by day and doing comedy by night. One son is retarded and the other is experiencing first love. I cried at the end. Although Brenda Blethyn was sitting on the other side of the room, I ended up THIS close as we left the theater. I was too shy to tell her how good she was, and also too shy to attend the afterparty a few blocks away (a typo said it was between 19th and 11th Aves.). Getty photos show Blethyn, the director, and the producer were there, though the entire cast had attended the LA premiere on Tuesday.
News reports indicate Thomas Haden Church and/or Bradley Cooper are slated to co-star with Sandra Bullock in "All About Steve." I wouldn't choose those particular guys as my stalkee, but her quirky, brilliant crossword-constructing character isn't really me (I mean, I don't even construct). There may be pics of real crossword people in the background, but it'll probably be "blink and you miss it."