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New York Daily News: Rudo y Cursi Movie Premiere & After Party
Last night was actually really neat. After running late as per usual, I met Sean right outside of the AMC theater at 66 3rd Avenue (the NW corner of 11th) where he was waiting and we hustled to coordinate with press check-in. Reporters lined up along the red carpet, behind grates. I stood between Us Weekly and New York Times, essentially. Not bad company to be in. Sean hung back, but was with me, shooting photos and making general observations. I was prepping to talk to Diego and Gael. I also spoke to Carlos, who was super cooperative. Diego, too, he was great. A little greasy and possibly intoxicated, but adorable and charismatic nonetheless. Gael bypassed printed press people for the most part; oh well. He looked great too, cleancut and sober. Hipster hot.
The film soon commenced. In the end, Rudo y Cursi turned out to be so-so. The characters were really convincing, their acting was on point, but overall the script was pretty predictable; formulaic. This was Carlos' first go as director, and for that I five him props. Not like I could have done any better, right? Not terrible, not notable. Too bad because I love Diego and Gael. Whatevs.
Sean and I then made our way to Bar Artisanal in Tribeca for the after party. Thankfully, my contact at the Daily News had the foresight to put my name on the list. (Too often wires get crossed or people just get crazed and something or someone messes up regarding list spots, so this was a refreshing, hassle-free entry.) We mingled with fellow party-goers and watched on as the stars spoke to reporters with over-sized recording equipment; I never got the chance to talk to them again, as they soon sat down with the rest of the film crew and by then there was no way I would interrupt their evening. So, Sean and I just sipped on complimentary cocktails and ate the delicious passed hors d'oeuvres. We departed prematurely, he because he had yet another Tribeca Film Festival movie to see and I because I'd still not completed the infamous Moby piece for interviewmagazine.com. Oh, and I had to transcribe the red carpet recordings and the post-showing Q&A. Whew. It's been a weekend. Yawn.
Last night was actually really neat. After running late as per usual, I met Sean right outside of the AMC theater at 66 3rd Avenue (the NW corner of 11th) where he was waiting and we hustled to coordinate with press check-in. Reporters lined up along the red carpet, behind grates. I stood between Us Weekly and New York Times, essentially. Not bad company to be in. Sean hung back, but was with me, shooting photos and making general observations. I was prepping to talk to Diego and Gael. I also spoke to Carlos, who was super cooperative. Diego, too, he was great. A little greasy and possibly intoxicated, but adorable and charismatic nonetheless. Gael bypassed printed press people for the most part; oh well. He looked great too, cleancut and sober. Hipster hot.
The film soon commenced. In the end, Rudo y Cursi turned out to be so-so. The characters were really convincing, their acting was on point, but overall the script was pretty predictable; formulaic. This was Carlos' first go as director, and for that I five him props. Not like I could have done any better, right? Not terrible, not notable. Too bad because I love Diego and Gael. Whatevs.
Sean and I then made our way to Bar Artisanal in Tribeca for the after party. Thankfully, my contact at the Daily News had the foresight to put my name on the list. (Too often wires get crossed or people just get crazed and something or someone messes up regarding list spots, so this was a refreshing, hassle-free entry.) We mingled with fellow party-goers and watched on as the stars spoke to reporters with over-sized recording equipment; I never got the chance to talk to them again, as they soon sat down with the rest of the film crew and by then there was no way I would interrupt their evening. So, Sean and I just sipped on complimentary cocktails and ate the delicious passed hors d'oeuvres. We departed prematurely, he because he had yet another Tribeca Film Festival movie to see and I because I'd still not completed the infamous Moby piece for interviewmagazine.com. Oh, and I had to transcribe the red carpet recordings and the post-showing Q&A. Whew. It's been a weekend. Yawn. 
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