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The Dudes Adventures : New York Doll Non-Screening
Posted by:So I was told I was confirmed for a press screening of a film called New York Dolls this evening. I have no idea what the film was about (My natural assumption was it was either a documentary of the 1970s New York punk mainstays, or another comic book movie, but this one about sexy strippers who fought crime by day and danced at night). The IMDB was of no help to me on this one. But it did not matter.
For you see, I was never told what time the actual screening was to be held. Checking over the e-mail, I didn't even have an address of where it was to be held. Just a name. Some quick sleuthing on ye old internet proceeded to inform me that it was in downtown LA, on the Hollywood/LA border. Excellent. So now the question was what time? There were no numbers to call at the location. At least nothing that proved useful. (That being said, if my next film needs post production facilities, I know just the place and guy to talk to.) I assumed that it would be between 7 and 7:30, seeing as how most of my screenings take place around then. Of course, it could be the rare 11AM screening, but this was a chance I was willing to take, regardless that, to quote Under Siege 2: Dark Territory, assumption is the mother of all f*ck ups. I used a lot of commas in that last sentence.
So, I piled into trusty Blade Maxim (my badass mini-van I'm looking to transform slowly into a Dead Reckoning type vehicle) and began my journey to the LA freeway. It was about 20 to 7 or so. As my luck would have it, there's traffic. There's always traffic in LA, so I was used to it. 7:00 came and went, and I was still rather stuck where I was. A lovely combination of construction, Hollywood Bowl congestion, and an accident. So maybe the screening is at 7:30. Besides, they haven't started one of these things on time, right?
7:30 rolls on by, and I'm still where I am. It was ridiculous. The brief thought of backroads appealed to me, but then you have Hollywood surface street traffic, which is all congested from the stupid Hollywood Bowl. By quarter to 8, low on cigarettes and frustrated that Blade Maxim's CD player wasn't playing properly, I had given up. Which of course was when traffic let up. I travelled on down to another freeway, and made my way back to North Hollywood. Feeling bad, but still wanting to see something and escape the lovely July weather, i gathered my roommate and decided to take in another movie. Something the complete opposite of New York documentary OR crime fighting sexy dancers.
For you see, I was never told what time the actual screening was to be held. Checking over the e-mail, I didn't even have an address of where it was to be held. Just a name. Some quick sleuthing on ye old internet proceeded to inform me that it was in downtown LA, on the Hollywood/LA border. Excellent. So now the question was what time? There were no numbers to call at the location. At least nothing that proved useful. (That being said, if my next film needs post production facilities, I know just the place and guy to talk to.) I assumed that it would be between 7 and 7:30, seeing as how most of my screenings take place around then. Of course, it could be the rare 11AM screening, but this was a chance I was willing to take, regardless that, to quote Under Siege 2: Dark Territory, assumption is the mother of all f*ck ups. I used a lot of commas in that last sentence.
So, I piled into trusty Blade Maxim (my badass mini-van I'm looking to transform slowly into a Dead Reckoning type vehicle) and began my journey to the LA freeway. It was about 20 to 7 or so. As my luck would have it, there's traffic. There's always traffic in LA, so I was used to it. 7:00 came and went, and I was still rather stuck where I was. A lovely combination of construction, Hollywood Bowl congestion, and an accident. So maybe the screening is at 7:30. Besides, they haven't started one of these things on time, right?
7:30 rolls on by, and I'm still where I am. It was ridiculous. The brief thought of backroads appealed to me, but then you have Hollywood surface street traffic, which is all congested from the stupid Hollywood Bowl. By quarter to 8, low on cigarettes and frustrated that Blade Maxim's CD player wasn't playing properly, I had given up. Which of course was when traffic let up. I travelled on down to another freeway, and made my way back to North Hollywood. Feeling bad, but still wanting to see something and escape the lovely July weather, i gathered my roommate and decided to take in another movie. Something the complete opposite of New York documentary OR crime fighting sexy dancers.
The Dude
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