Running Into Batman
The IFP bash doubled as the afterparty for a the NY premiere of The Machinist, and the film's star, Christian Bale held court in the VIP section.
My friend Boris (Russian by way of Minnesota, perhaps?) scores a pair of red VIP bracelets from an unsuspecting but accomodating publicist, and we're in.
When I say, "hold court" I mean the star of Empire of the Sun and American Psycho was in the VIP section, quite laid-back and approachable. So, the geek in me had to meet the Man Who Will Be Batman, and the producer in me had to ask him about a project I had my casting director send him last year.
Bale comes across dark, intense, but nice enough. We chatted about Batman for a few, then he mentioned he had in fact not read the project in question, that I should resend it. He is a big fan of the project's author, so more could develop there...
After the bash, I head over to Park Bar to meet a couple of friends who have just come down from the unfortunate Yankees game. As we share a few beers, the girl in the picture below runs her fingers on my thigh under the bar. My eyebrows arch, and I wonder whether this was an accidental slip of the hand... then she squeezes my hand. We share a cab uptown, a quick snog before bedtime.
Ahh, Mondays.
My friend Boris (Russian by way of Minnesota, perhaps?) scores a pair of red VIP bracelets from an unsuspecting but accomodating publicist, and we're in.
When I say, "hold court" I mean the star of Empire of the Sun and American Psycho was in the VIP section, quite laid-back and approachable. So, the geek in me had to meet the Man Who Will Be Batman, and the producer in me had to ask him about a project I had my casting director send him last year.
Bale comes across dark, intense, but nice enough. We chatted about Batman for a few, then he mentioned he had in fact not read the project in question, that I should resend it. He is a big fan of the project's author, so more could develop there...
After the bash, I head over to Park Bar to meet a couple of friends who have just come down from the unfortunate Yankees game. As we share a few beers, the girl in the picture below runs her fingers on my thigh under the bar. My eyebrows arch, and I wonder whether this was an accidental slip of the hand... then she squeezes my hand. We share a cab uptown, a quick snog before bedtime.
Ahh, Mondays.
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