The Shoutbox
And that was that. Gotta run.
No other movie things, just New York City stuff.

We got rained on - hard - coming back from the premiere on Friday night. It's only about a dozen blocks or so from Lincoln Center back down to Times Square where our hotel was, but eleven of those blocks it was pouring with the rain coming in horizontally thanks to big ol' wind gusts. I knew we should have hopped in a limo with Nicholson.

But aturday was a picture perfect postacrd kind of NYC day: blue skies, not a cloud to be seen, seventy-two degrees: lovely. Wandered around Central Park, the Guggenheim, back down 5th Ave. to The Empire State Building, The New York Public Library, to Washington Square and the NYU campus, poked around Greenwich Village - New Yorky touristy stuff.

I've done all that before, but I was with my little sister (well, she's twenty-five, but she's still little to me) who hadn't, so that was fun.

Good times, good times.
And even worse, no doubt, for me!
That was the only movie at the Festival that we saw. Though the next day we took in Moonlight Mile, which has yet to open wide here yet. I loiked Moonlight Mile more than About Schmidt. Hoffman was excellent in it - could well be another nomination for him too, and though the plot could just as well have been TV-movie stuff, the material is handled with delicacy and subtlty.

BTW, About Schmidt won't open in limited U.S. release until December, and won't roll out wide until January. So nanny-nanny boo-boo to y'all.
What else, what else, what else...?
You already answered.
Oscar hopes then?
About Schmidt itself is OK, though I was expecting a bit more from it. Nicholson's acting is definitely the selling point, and he will likely be up for bags of Awards early next year - deservedly so. It's a restrained and resonant performance, free of the many charming Nicholson trademarks.
Director Alexander Payne and all the other principal cast members of About Schmidt - Kathy Bates, Dermot Mulroney, Hope Davis, Howard Hessman and Jane Squibb were in attendance as well, and Payne and Nicholson spoke on stage before the flick rolled. Nicholson - dressed to the nines of course looking so 'Jack' with his hair slicked back and sunglasses, remarked he just had to be there. The performance in the movie is so unguarded and without movie star vanity that he wanted to remind us all "How incredibly handsome I really am."

And what was the film like? Did you see anything else? What's the next festival you think you'll go to? I hate you somewhat, you realise?

Yeah, it rocked. Been busy.

Red caret premiere at Lincoln Center, which I got to walk down. All the photogrophers get in that 'Who is it?' ready to snap mode, folled quickly by the 'Ohm, they're nobody'.

Indoors Jack Nicholson walked right by me - I could have just stuck out my foot and tripped him had I wanted to. He took of his sunglasses, mugged for the crowd - great stuff. Other famous folks who were with us in the lobby there were Art Garfunkle, Ben Gazzara and Ben Chaplin. But way, way cooler than all those guys - including Nicholson, was who was right behind us in line for coffee: Kurt frippin' Vonnegut!

I was starting to feel just a tad self-conscious that I had decided to wear jeans and sneakers to the event (though I had a sports jacket too), but that was alleviated completely when I saw Mr. Vonnegut had worn sneakers too.

And so it goes.