Wednesday night, after spending almost 11 hours at the office, I went to a 9:30 pm screening of Iron Man in Union Square. I’d been assigned a review but hadn’t had time to attend a press screening/sort of forgot about the assignment until this week. Oops. So here I was with the hoi polloi. The stadium was nearly filled, lots of groups or pairs of guys, some couples, mostly in my age bracket. Post commercials but pre trailers I wrote in my notebook, “for a Wed. night, this theater is packed. this is offic. summer blockbuster season.”
While I like going to preview screenings and seeing movies early is an obvious perk, I sometimes forget that there’s something magical about watching a popular film with a raucous crowd of regular folks. The energy in the room can sweep you along on this tide of good feeling for the movie. It’s the “Dude, that was AWESOME” factor. When I walked home with my iPod blaring, I kept thinking I wasn’t moving fast enough down the street. Like I should’ve been flying.
How could it be that I’ve never heard of this Barbra Streisand movie, On A Clear Day You Can See Forever? This trailer makes no sense whatsoever but if there’s a young Babs belting tunes, I’m there.
From Netflix, “Director Vincente Minnelli’s fantastical musical centers on the past-life experiences of a brash New Yorker (Barbra Streisand), who speaks as a woman living in Victorian England when put under hypnosis by her shrink (Yves Montand). Fascinated by his patient, the doc’s determined to extract the root of her neurosis, which overcomes her as she see-saws between her modern life and her alternate, albeit far-fetched, existence.” Sounds totally wackadoodle. It’s been moved to the top of my queue. (via Richard Brody on the New Yorker Goings On blog)