This is in Times Square in 10 days. And, yes, I bought my ticket.
Yeah, so this is who I hung out with last night.
Director David Cronenberg. Robert Pattinson. And David Carr from the New York Times.
Your average Wednesday evening.
I bought tickets to the event months ago…before Kristen Stewart happened. It was billed as “A Conversation about Cosmopolis,” which opens in select cities on Friday.
I worried the interview would be hijacked by the scandal. But when the three sat down in The Times Center theatre in Times Square, it was Cosmopolis from beginning to end. Lots of clips. Lots of conversation. Both surprisingly funny.
There was one moment when interviewer David Carr tried to use the Stewart/Pattinson scandal to draw a parallel, and the audience literally began to boo and hiss. Shouts of “Next question” and “Move along” filled the room.
Carr turned to the crowd and said, “I wasn’t going there,” to which someone loudly replied:
Robert was in good hands.
Where were you at the crack of dawn?
I was in Times Square, shooting a commercial. Now I’m in a van headed to our second location.
Did I mention who is directing the spot? The same guy who directed “Thriller” for Michael Jackson.
Making movies cost the big bucks, it’s true.
So perhaps we shouldn’t judge producers too harshly when they remake blockbusters from years past to ensure box office success…like The Great Gatsby or Footloose.
This may also explain ‘sequel-itis’…although quality seems to figure less in that equation.
Case in point: New Year’s Eve from director Garry Marshall.
(Sorry; it was that bad.)
I’m not surprised actors are drawn to the sequel; it’s the easiest money they’ll ever make. And Garry Marshall probably just used the Valentine’s Day shooting script and changed the California locations to New York City.
But why do it at all?
Critics skewered the first film, and audience reviews were only slightly warmer. And while Valentine’s Day did break $100 million at the box office, there were a lot of celebrity salaries to pay.
Well, after seeing the trailer, I think I’ve figured it out.
Garry has directed a train wreck of a film…and we all know how hard it is not to look at one of those.
I’ve often heard people say Manhattan is a ‘filthy city,’ but I just don’t see it.
Maybe that’s because Justin Gignac is selling all our garbage.
Justin is an artist based in Soho. When a colleague poo-poo’ed the importance of package design, Justin took it as a professional challenge. He grabbed the one thing no one would ever want to buy and packaged it in such a way that they would.
Garbage of New York City was born.
It’s real trash from the streets of Manhattan, although Justin swears it’s odor-free. Each cube is dated and signed by the artist.
His first cube came from Times Square, where I’m sure you can collect some seriously gross garbage, iffin you’re of a mind.
He’s also made special edition cubes — at equally special prices — for such righteous refuse as Obama’s Inauguration and the Yankees Victory Parade.
Who would buy garbage, you ask? Some 1,300 folks from over 29 different countries to date. And really, isn’t it a far more artistic way to recycle than rinsing out milk cartons?
So, during your next family vacation or theatre weekend in New York City, be better than souvenir t-shirts or a miniature Statue of Liberty. Demand clear cubes of certified New York City waste products — your friends will love ‘em!
And my neighborhood will stay minty fresh…
Say it isn’t Sbarro.
The Wall Street Journal reported Thursday that the pizza chain may file for Chapter 11 bankruptcy as early as next week. They are seeking something called ‘debtor-in-possession’ financing from a group of hedge funds to keep the stores open and operating while in bankruptcy.
I for one hope they find the sauce they need.
But Sbarro is the slice I associate with Times Square.
Long before I lived in Manhattan, my trips into the city were for one thing and one thing only: theatre. We would jam two or more plays into a day, if the show times allowed.
And when you’re running from venue to venue, grabbing a slice at Sbarro was quick and cheap and satisfying. I’m sure it still is for the legion of tourists who overwhelm the theatre district every single day (except maybe Mondays).
Call me nostalgic, but I can’t imagine Broadway without Sbarro. Let’s find the bucks, people, and help them keep their slice of the Great White Way.
The lights on Broadway were glowing a bit brighter this week after its 2010 numbers were announced.
Bigger revenues. Higher attendance. The Great White Way must be doing something right.
Or is it?
It’s not to say that many of these productions aren’t wonderful. I would see Wicked once a week if I had tickets. (I would see Phantom if it were deemed the appropriate punishment for a truly, evil deed committed.)
But I sometimes feel like the audiences visiting New York City exhibit the same caution towards their theater ticket purchase as they do what street to walk down in Times Square.
Always taking the safe route, the tried and true, and — more and more so — Disney-approved.
So by the time the Tony Awards roll around in June, many of the shows nominated will have already closed due to low audience turnout.
Case in point: Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson.
Bloody was a smash hit Off-Broadway and made the leap to the Great White Way earlier this year. Critics loved it. Audiences? They went to Wicked and Lion King, which I saw in previews in 1994. That’s 1994.
Come on, people. You’ve seen the movie. You probably own the movie. Your kid lost their stuffed Simba before they started college.
Bloody was funny and irreverent and semi-educational. And, yes, just edgy enough to remind you all…
You’re in New York City.