Today I went to a screening of Aloft at the Tribeca Film Festival. I’d always wanted to go to a festival screening, and a friend asked if I’d like to see a movie with Cillian Murphy nuzzling a falcon, and I said yes I want to see that more than I want to see most things.
Turns out it also features Jennifer Connelly and Mélanie Laurent and Oona Chaplin and the bleak frozen sparklescape of Manitoba, and was written & directed by awesome lady filmmaker Claudia Llosa, who was there and answered questions after. It was a Good Time At the Festival.
In retrospect, Tribeca miiiiight have some connection to the fact that I walked right past Wes Anderson on my way to dinner last night. He was wearing an olive green corduroy suit and looked exactly like Wes Anderson, which is how I knew it was him. We smiled gently at each other and then I was so distracted I turned right instead of left and was late to the restaurant. Y’KNOW.
This week I also had laryngitis and stole an elegant notepad from the Princeton Club, so in general I’d say it was one of the weirder ones.