Steve Buscemi Crosses The Street
Apr. 22nd, 2005 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaI forgot that the Independent Film Festival is an order of magnitude more Serious than BUFF. The festival pass-holders have until n minutes prior to a showing to grab their tickets before leftovers, if any, go on sale to the rest of us peons.
Lonesome Jim was beyond sold out. A kind woman (possibly the producer?) had extra tickets. She was eventually down to two, looking for a couple. I grabbed the other single filmgoer next to me and we got in.
There were no seats, except the reserved and the balcony. I will stand rather than sit in that balcony, due to the leg-crampingly painful lack of legroom. The volunteers let slip that they were probably holding more reserved seats than needed, since they didn't know how many Mr. Buscemi had with him. His posse turned out not to want any of the sweet spot seats, preferred the sneak-easily back row reserve.
I ended up getting the best seat in the house, for a sold out show, for free.
It was even a film I'd recommend. Like a Buscemi character, it was tragic yet consistently humorous. (And kinda funny looking.)
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Inspired by such luck, I tried to buy a festival-pass for the Somerville. Sold out. (Keep this in mind if you're hoping to catch one of the festival flicks this weekend. Buy tickets in advance when you can.)
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Afterwards, I was both amused and aggravated at watching the non-local film geeks failing to deal with boston drivers. Steve, 3 deep in the middle of his posse, was stranded on a traffic island in the middle of Davis Square, despite festival volunteers, and locals like me, urging them to cross when the traffic lightened up, and not wait in futility for the traffic to actually stop.
The opening night party was @ Sauce. My birthday party attendees can feel all hip or something.
Lonesome Jim was beyond sold out. A kind woman (possibly the producer?) had extra tickets. She was eventually down to two, looking for a couple. I grabbed the other single filmgoer next to me and we got in.
There were no seats, except the reserved and the balcony. I will stand rather than sit in that balcony, due to the leg-crampingly painful lack of legroom. The volunteers let slip that they were probably holding more reserved seats than needed, since they didn't know how many Mr. Buscemi had with him. His posse turned out not to want any of the sweet spot seats, preferred the sneak-easily back row reserve.
I ended up getting the best seat in the house, for a sold out show, for free.
It was even a film I'd recommend. Like a Buscemi character, it was tragic yet consistently humorous. (And kinda funny looking.)
::
Inspired by such luck, I tried to buy a festival-pass for the Somerville. Sold out. (Keep this in mind if you're hoping to catch one of the festival flicks this weekend. Buy tickets in advance when you can.)
::
Afterwards, I was both amused and aggravated at watching the non-local film geeks failing to deal with boston drivers. Steve, 3 deep in the middle of his posse, was stranded on a traffic island in the middle of Davis Square, despite festival volunteers, and locals like me, urging them to cross when the traffic lightened up, and not wait in futility for the traffic to actually stop.
The opening night party was @ Sauce. My birthday party attendees can feel all hip or something.
