Grays Papaya LOVES KELLY!!! (and Obama)
Oh, hey, Dan came from Crooklyn.The debacle of yesterday:
I dragged Rebecca and Scott to Siren Fest. Hello, 2 hour D-train ride. Let's just say, when we realized we could have been in Allentown eating Buff Chix and Shrimp platter, we were pretty pissed at the MTA.
The whole point of going was to see Ra Ra Riot. We got there and the entire beach/concert area was filled with delicious man meat, and from what Scott said, hot girls, but we could not get close to the stage or hear anything. So we walked down to the beach, which was PACKED.
Decided to leave before it even got close to Stephen Malkmus's 7:00 set time. Bye Bye, Coney Island.
Lox and I were dead tired but we wanted to see a movie. Because of its proximity to the N and our undying love for crowds of slow-walking and picture-taking tourists, we decided to go to the AMC at 42nd to see Mamma Mia. You know how I love Colin Firth! [spoilers below]
From the point where Meryl Streep does choreographed rolling around on the roof of her goat house to the very last second of the film, I kept thinking, this cannot be more outrageous or over-the-top. Add in a crowd that clapped, cheered, and gasped as the plot unfolded, and we were literally in a 4th dimension of all that is show music NYC, a world I know nothing of. Being quite naive when it comes to the theatre, I had no preparation for what came next.
At the end of the movie, there is a singing montage. The song kicked off, and so did a sonic blast of what sounded like the winds of a hurricane. Rebecca and I started screaming and looked up. The theatre was being shot up with glittering confetti that covered the entire space. For a full 5 minutes it snowed silver, blue, and white snippings of disco paper as the crowd danced, screamed, laughed, and cried. I can't even do this situation 1/10 of the justice it deserves, but I have never been more proud to say I live in New York. I have never before felt the feeling so tangible, that anything can happen here and all is possible. Call me sentimental or a sucker for explosions, but the viewing of Mamma Mia will probably go down as one of the best film experiences of my life. Suck on that, Godard.
