I use the power of this blog very rarely, but when you're responsible for taking me to my very first movie premiere, then hell, you're getting a damn Hot97-style shout-out.
I just got home from the New York premiere of The Island, and let me say that this is a hell of a film. It's everything you'd expect from Michael Bay. He's the guy who did both Bad Boys films, The Rock, Armageddon, and Pearl Harbor. And The Island doesn't disappoint. Did I say "ridiculous"? Cuz it was ridiculous.The night begins as expected: speeding through 30 blocks of traffic in 5 minutes to make it to the theater on time. God bless whoever programmed the traffic lights last night; it was scary how perfectly they changed. Okay, this isn't interesting at all.
Upon arriving at the theater, we walked down the red carpet, past the paparazzi, and enjoyed every minute of it. Quite an experience. We were at the Ziegfield Theater, and the most noticable part of the premiere experience is that when the movie begins, it simply begins. No trailers, no dancing popcorn. It's just-- lights down, movie starts. That alone is cool. It's also incredible how interactive the audience gets -- constant cheers and applause when anything big happens.
But then the movie ends, and on to Roseland Ballroom we go for the after-party. The whole place was done up like the movie. They've got models of adult-size human embryos surrounding the entrance and hall as you walk in, all of the waiters are wearing costumes from the movie, etc-- it's incredibly overwhelming. I even got to briefly chat with Steve Buchemi and Sean Bean (006 in the James Bond flick, GoldenEye). Both were enormously gracious, but while Buscemi appeared to be moving around constantly, Sean Bean actually appeared to want to chat. I even made him laugh when his date began to sniff the mashed potatoes at the buffet and I made a face at him to say "What in the world is she doing??" He actually laughed out loud. Needless to say, Sean Bean is my new favorite actor.
Meanwhile, Buscemi was drunk off his ass.It's all so remarkably silly. Wanna stand next to Michael Clarke Duncan, just to see how big he really is? Sure. Steal the sign on Sean Bean's table, just cuz it's funny? Go ahead.
But where was Scarlett Johansson??? I know she came to the party, but we couldn't find her! And that almost ruined my night. Almost. Granted, it would have been the perfect beginning to a story of how we met, locked eyes, fell instantly in love, and lived happily ever after... but alas, no. Did I mention how drunk Steve Buscemi was? Did I mention how cool Djimon Hounsou was? Did I mention how badly I needed to pee? All true.
Now that you have my immediate reaction, I need to go to bed. But what a hell of a night, and I just needed to get that out. It's so easy to give in to the superficiality of it all (I'd be lying if I told you that most of the people weren't beautiful), but it's suprisingly easy to get caught up in it. After talking to Buscemi, I couldn't NOT smile, clink glasses with Brett, and acknowledge a mission accomplished. And for those who know me, I can't begin to explain how pissed I am that I didn't bring a camera. This entry would have been a whole lot more interesting with pics of me with Michael Clarke Duncan, Michael Bay, Steve Buscemi, Sean Bean, and some gigantic Italian guy that I definitely recognize from something but couldn't place at all.Well, I'm giddy like a schoolgirl. I better cut this off now. Thanks for reading.
Oh, random things I forgot:
- Pauly Shore was there. Here's the weird part (though I guess just seeing him there is weird enough): When we walked into the theater lobby, there was only one celebrity being interviewed by the press. Pauly Shore.
- Two words: Open Bar
- Two more words: Mini Cheeseburgers...
- ...and cornbread
- Mickey Dolenz of "The Monkees" was there just hanging wearing a fedora
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