My deepest apologies to the citizens of New York City with regards to my behavior over this past week. If you saw me skipping down the street, holding hands, dropping some shameless PDA, and generally acting like a first-timer on ecstasy, it was behavior out of my control. I have never been one to seek out the hand of another as I traversed down a sidewalk, but I have never felt a hand like the one I was holding.
It only happens once or twice a lifetime, but I can finally say that it has just happened to me.
I hope everyone on this planet gets to experience the natural drug called True Love. It beats the shit out of any synthetic binge I've ever been on (and I've been on some pretty glorious synthetic binges).
It would probably be better if She didn't live three thousand miles away, but it won't be that way for long. You can bet your bippy on that one.
I'd also like to apologize for not keeping my end of the bargain and posting reviews of NYFF films the day of their premieres. As you can see, I was a tad distracted. At this point, I'm just going to post a festival wrap-up early next week.
Lastly, I would like to order people to the theatre to see THE SQUID AND THE WHALE, which opens here in NYC on Wednesday. It's fucking fantastic. I'm itching to see it again myself.