Distracted by all the red clown noses
The biggest argument of the weekend was civil one. My brother and I went back and forth during every intermission of Our Town and then afterward about whether the guy sitting across from us was Stanley Tucci. I said absolutely yes. Rob said absolutely no. Googling photos on my Blackberry failed to sway him. The face? The baldness? The all-black expensive suit and apparent movie star manners? The way he seemed to appreciate the play but then left so quickly afterward? Stanley Tucci.
Getting home, hunting more, I found Mr. Tucci had a beard that week. The man at the play had none. Could he have shaved? Yeah, but…
And, as you know, out the night before, the man at the neighboring table may have been fashion's Michael Kors. Realized too late to check.
So, I was on my toes when we got to the Union Square movie theater to see Men Who Stare at Goats and began seeing all kinds of people with red clown noses. Something was happening. The noses increased inside the complex and suddenly we were at the epicenter, the last people streaming out of some movie I'd never heard of. Rob was at the counter getting popcorn, and I was back at the wall, hanging out, going to get a picture of a red nose if one walked by. A terrific only-in-New-York picture. But no noses did, at least none on people's actual noses. I got distracted when a woman who looked like Lea Thompson passed, and I've crushed on her since Back to the Future, and I was so distracted I nearly missed taking a photo of a guy giving an autograph. But got the pic. Rob asked who he was, and I said I'd look online later.
Online later, he turned out to be director Brant Sersen, new to me so I didn't feel bad about missing the moment, except he was debuting his movie Splinterheads, starring, as the lead's mother… Lea Thompson.
Damn.
October 25th, 2010 at 11:25 PM
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