Happy Monday, gentle b-rollers! If you’re a regular visitor – and if so, God bless and keep you for your faithful patronage – but anyway, if you are, you’re probably wondering where the hell I’ve been. Well, I’ve been at the Tribeca Film Festival! Let’s all pause and take a moment to contemplate how that makes me sound far cooler than I really am.
Everyone good? Moving on. So yes, I was at the Tribeca Film Festival. That big festival in Tribeca. In New York City. With all the celebrities and media people and stuff. I WAS THERE. I saw eight films and seven celebrities. Well, I’m going to say seven and a half celebrities – I did not witness the blessed occurrence, but I was near two security guards in a theater lobby when one whispered to the other, “Mr. De Niro will be here in fifteen minutes.” I’m counting that as a half. And I was there. I’m still basking in the glow of being awesome-by-association. There will be no living with me for a very long time.
I’ll have some thoughts on the festival (in Tribeca) later this week, once I’ve had time to catch up on sleep and food (my weekend intake consisted mostly of bolting a slice of pizza from the nearby pizzeria and/or sprinting to the local Starbucks for caramel macchiatos between film screenings), because there are two interesting theses that I took out of the festival that I look forward to sharing with you fine people. I also owe you some follow-up thoughts on my Disney trip – I’ll give you a preview by telling you that the post will be titled “The Idiot’s Guide to Disney Etiquette” – and, of course, I’ll be live-blogging American Idol. Did you even doubt that I’d be back in time to do that? Silly rabbits.
But first, if you’ve really been paying attention, you know that I owe you a movie! Remember two weeks ago, when I started The Monday Movie? (Why didn’t you post a movie last Monday, you ask? I was flying back to DC from Disney World and was too tired to write a birthday card, never mind a blog post. So apologies.) Well, whether you do or not, here’s another documentary suggestion for all you Netflix subscribers. It’s a (controversial) doc that came out last year on HBO called Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired. It’s a fascinating story of the director’s life and the (also controversial) criminal charges that forced him to flee the country. The film definitely has a pro-Polanski bias, but you can’t disagree with many of their assertions – particularly those that the legal system failed to give Polanski anything close to a fair trial. I thought about this film this weekend at Tribeca (did I mention I was there?), when I was watching a documentary about Vidal Sassoon that was far more interesting than a documentary about hairstyles has any right to be, and Sassoon mentioned his friend Roman Polanski. I flashed right back to this film; as it turns out, my first reaction to hearing Polanski’s name is now to think, God, that was a fascinating film. What a riveting story that is. Watch the movie, and see if you don’t feel the same way.
See you back here tomorrow for the Idol live blog!