When the weather takes a break from suffocating you into a suicidal depression, all of a sudden New York City becomes a far less awful place to be. It actually becomes fun again. Tonight, while waiting on the Smith/9th platform for the F train to take me home, there was a cool, gusty breeze that actually made me grin. At that moment, I told myself that I had made the right decision to move back here.
This weekend was stuffed with goodness. I don't want to sound like a name dropper, so I won't. But a lot of you ladies (and homosexual men with good taste) would be jealous to know who I spent tonight hanging out with. Maybe you'll see him in an upcoming movie of mine--if all goes well. That won't be for a while, though, so don't bother holding in your stomachs.
Firstly, I was fortunate enough to get my hands on the first draft of the adaptation of "Revolutionary Road" (thanks, you know who!). Noooooooooooooo, goddamn it!!! I trust that the world will win and the film will never get off the ground--it seemed good to go until Sam Mendes dropped out because Matt Damon couldn't commit--but if it is going to happen, it WILL NOT WORK unless I am involved in some capacity. I truly mean that. I know I'm young and unproven on that grand a scale, but I believe 1000% that I could do that book as much justice as is humanly possible. That said, NO FILM WILL EVER DO RICHARD YATES JUSTICE, SO PLEASE DON'T MAKE IT! But if you do, call me so I can make sure it's done correctly.
Today, after a Prospect Park birthday party for Tim and Erin's beautiful one-year-old son, Elliot, I discarded the lovely afternoon to soak in some wayyyyyyyyyyyy-off-Broadway action with David and Nate. We were there to see the one and only Eddie Rouse, who you might remember as Damascus in "George Washington." David and I agreed afterwards that there's a reason we make movies and not plays. That said, Eddie was--objectively speaking--downright electrifying, and the only validation for spending fifteen dollars to flush ninety minutes of our precious lives straight down the toilet. To his credit, Nate didn't even make it past the first out of three one-act plays (he comes from that background, so he has a tiny bit more baggage than we do).
Then, Jesse and I caught the 7:50 "The Descent" at The Pavilion (in a theatre that smelled like a high school boys' loccer room). I saw a bootleg UK copy over a year ago on a small television (thanks, DavHod), but I really wanted to see it on the big screen in the dark with an audience. I'm glad I did. It really worked. The issues I had with it when I watched it on TV weren't even there anymore. As for the new ending, I don't really understand why they changed it. Well, I guess I do, but it didn't soften it necessarily, so I think they should have stuck with what they had.
I have a friend. His name is Chris. We've had some dangerously memorable nights together. Chris lives in San Francisco now. He just sent me the link to a video he made. Have you ever seen "Reflections of Evil" (http://www.reflectionsofevil.com/)? That vomit-inducing walk through downtown Los Angeles set to a Carpenters song? Do you know what I'm talking about? If not, it doesn't matter. Just watch this. It takes a while to load, but it's worth it. I would recommend making sure you're not eating food while it plays, however. It's scary, disgusting, and horrific. Thanks, Chris...