I’m going to be part of a team of critics covering the Tribeca Film Festival for House Next Door – one of the best culture blogs out there. Be sure to check in over there over the next week to see all the reviews as they come pouring in as quickly as we can write the damn things. I saw two movies today, and will see 7 movies in the next 3 days. Because I’m going to the press screenings, and not the regular public screenings – the movies are not shown at prime time. I’m seeing a movie tomorrow morning at 9 a.m., for example. And then racing downtown to see another one. Sunday will be truly insane. Movie in morning. Race to New York Public Library for the tribute to Ryzsard Kapuscinski. Hopefully meet Salman Rushdie and Philip Gourevitch. Race back downtown for second movie. And I will write my reviews … when?
Here are some photos I took today as I tramped through the fog from movie to movie.
Ye Olde Media Kit and press pass.
I felt like Rosalind Russell in this moment.
Mural I fell in love with, as will soon become obvious.
Mural love.
Staff setting up the memorabilia and information table.
Poster on the wall in the lobby. I couldn’t resist.
In between movies. A breather.
Madison Square Garden.
Back to work.
Mural love, yet again.
A black flat behind an information booth.
Hypnotized by the mural. Who wouldn’t be?
Preparing …
What can I say. The mural called …. and I answered.
Descending down to the lobby after the second movie – where audience members were gathering for the public screenings. You could feel the buzz in the air.
People holding tickets, yearning for tickets … corralled up into queues outside.
The marquee.
Have you worked on that Sonny Rollins gig yet?
It’s in the works. Stay tuned, assistant.