Officially it is the Director's Party. Affectionately it's the omelet party. In either case, it's a traditional event of the NYFF, and it went off last night without a hitch (except maybe for the owners of the venue who despite numerous light flashings failed to kick everyone out at the designated time). However, as I wandered the room and mingled with faces familiar and not, it became increasingly clear that despite the many recognizable names in attendance, a vast number of guests could not recognize the very people they were there to celebrate. A few here and there (mostly locals), and although the anonymity might have rankled some, it gave many the ability to enjoy their not-so-late-night omelets in peace.