Chauncey Gets Fan Mail
Wow, people actually read this shit?!
I got an e-mail a few weeks back from SARAH, a New York-based reader in "the biz." (I KNEW this would become an industry must-read!) Sarah used to work with ADAM SACHS at SONY PICTURES CLASSICS and we met in Summer '04 at the premiere of SHE HATE ME, which, for my money, ranks as one of the worst movies I think I've ever seen.
The party was also one of the sadder fetes I've been to -- and that includes all of those intricately planned 828 events last year that only 11 people attended. I guess the premiere was sponsered by TANQUERAY or something, because that was the only thing you could get for free. BUT, in order to drink for free you needed one of those extra exclusive "drink bracelets." You know, those neon pieces of shit you have to wear at 18-and-over nights at Bridge & Tunnel clubs? The only thing sadder than watching SPIKE LEE have to schmooze after screening that steaming turd of a movie, was watching him hand out the drink bracelets to STAR JONE, JESSE JACKSON and other members of Manhattan's black gliteratti like he was the risk management captain at a frat party in some guy's basement.
Anyway, Sarah was upset about my lack of posting. In an e-mail she wrote:
I got an e-mail a few weeks back from SARAH, a New York-based reader in "the biz." (I KNEW this would become an industry must-read!) Sarah used to work with ADAM SACHS at SONY PICTURES CLASSICS and we met in Summer '04 at the premiere of SHE HATE ME, which, for my money, ranks as one of the worst movies I think I've ever seen.
The party was also one of the sadder fetes I've been to -- and that includes all of those intricately planned 828 events last year that only 11 people attended. I guess the premiere was sponsered by TANQUERAY or something, because that was the only thing you could get for free. BUT, in order to drink for free you needed one of those extra exclusive "drink bracelets." You know, those neon pieces of shit you have to wear at 18-and-over nights at Bridge & Tunnel clubs? The only thing sadder than watching SPIKE LEE have to schmooze after screening that steaming turd of a movie, was watching him hand out the drink bracelets to STAR JONE, JESSE JACKSON and other members of Manhattan's black gliteratti like he was the risk management captain at a frat party in some guy's basement.
Anyway, Sarah was upset about my lack of posting. In an e-mail she wrote:
We need to talk about your lack of updating...how am I supposed to look like I am working when I don't have random websites to visit periodically? I barely know you and I feel the need to tell you that I am disappointed in this lull of posting.I apologize for my laziness, but I'm hoping to get back on the wagon!
posted by Chauncey at 2:15 PM
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