Last night I swung by the HDNet/Magnolia premiere of Zoe Cassavetes' Broken English. Although I've wanted to see this film since Sundance (actually since before Sundance when our friends at Phantom Films told me they were involved), I still managed to get trapped at the office and miss the screening. The party, however, took place at the gorgeous upstairs bar at The Bowery Hotel with a large open-air patio and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. One guest even commented that the space was nice enough for a wedding reception. In attendance was the usual, NY crew along with more than a few special celebrity guests (Liev Schreiber, Jim Jarmusch, Parker Posey obviously). Unfortunately I have no pictures. It's times like these I wish I actually carried around a camera. Maybe I'll manage to bring one to You Kill Me tonight, but then, of course, I'll have to actually remember to use it. I've got to give props to the party planners for the open Tequila bar. It's a bold move in a city where vodka and scotch tend to have a stranglehold on the hard alcohol open bar scene.