Tonight at the New York Film Festival premiere of 12 Years A Slave (a masterpiece, by the way), I sat behind the unholy trifecta of Jason Ritter, J. Alexander from Americas Next Top Model, and Michael K. Williams from The Wire. Plus, a mysterious blonde in black lace gloves who wouldnt stop texting on her Blackberry throughout the first half of the movie. Eventually, a woman next to me tapped her on the shoulder and told her to put her phone away, and the blonde hissed back, Its for business... ENSLAVER! I turned to the shoulder tapper and loudly said, THANKS! and gave her a thumbs up. The rest of the movie, I kept thinking about how I wanted to tell the blonde what a disgrace she was. During the standing ovation, the blonde ducked out and Jason Ritter turned around to make commiserating eye contact, as J. Alexander asked, Who WAS that?! Jason then looked down at the floor. His eyes got wide, and he picked up an envelope and showed it to us and J. And it said: 2 screening tix MADONNA. And sure enough, we looked to the side of the theater and standing against the wall in black lace gloves was Madonna. The worst person in America.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 17:52:18 +0000