On Saturday, Ellen had to so some schoolwork, so I spent the morning going to my favorite bagel place in Carroll Gardens and visiting the outdoor mall of SoHo before rushing to Times Square for a screening of Elizabethtown.
For me to like Elizabethtown, I need to think of it as a fairy tale. In that context, it has its charms: Cameron Crowe's constructing much of the movie out of shots of a single actor in the center of a frame, and his use of film as an excuse to make a mixtape. Not to mention Alec Baldwin being the new indie Alec Baldwin character, Susan Sarandon tap dancing, My Morning Jacket covering "Free Bird", a valentine to the road trip, and all of the sentimentality that one would expect from the preview.
The version that I saw was not the theatrical version; so I have no idea how much the 14 October release will differ. It seems that they've changed the trailer a bit (maybe to be less of a complete telling of the film?); so it's hard to say.
In any case, it was definitely cool to see the movie in the fancyish Paramount Screening Room. Although it was in the same building as the MTV studios, I wasn't bold enough to try to sneak into their offices.
After the movie, I met up with Ellen at her law school activity fair for a few minutes. Then we went back to Brooklyn to have dinner at a cuban place on smith street. Ordering the wrong number, I initially was served a plate of pork-based foods which were replaced with a different tasty entree not made of dead animals.
Next, it was time to go to Little Italy, but not for the Feast of San Gennaro. Instead, we did our best to avoid the festival while picking up ice and party supplies on the way to Florian's rooftop birthday party. I think that the festivities are definitely better appreciated from above, where the din of people and pretty lights provide distant background rather than overwhelming foreground. Not to mention all of the street meat and unpleasant contests.
The party was really neat. From the rooftop we could see a building that's rumored to have housed a parade of celebrities. Eventually, Ellen's hilarious roommate Dan arrived and freaked out many of the guests who weren't sure whether to take him seriously. The low point of the event was being peer pressured into eating a really disgusting piece of dutch licorice. Why Dutch people seem to enjoy forcing this grotesque "candy" on suspecting and unsuspecting victims alike is a cultural mystery.