Thursday, June 29, 2006

Where's Madonna? Bjork? The Gyllenhaals?

Kind of a nutty week. Monday night was my company's screening of Superman Returns--I both worked at and attended it. True to expectation, it was really good. Brandon Routh is Superman, you know, w/ his steely eyes and cut jaw, the signature curl, the strapping build. Kate Bosworth was kind of a wimpy Lois Lane, which I think was due to weak scripting more than it was her acting. Kevin Spacey was fantastic as Lex Luthor--"I just want to bring fire to the people; and I want my cut" (great!)--and Parker Posey, although she played her usual, was hilarious as Luthor's ditzy gf. If you plan to see it, see it on the superhuge screen, as 20 minutes of this puppy are in 3D. When I first found out this was the plan (first time the company's made the conversion w/ a commercial film), I was like, "Twenty minutes? Why bother?" Uh, good thing they didn't get carried away, as I don't know that I could've taken much more. While I didn't experience the rush of motion sickness that some others complained about, it couldn't have been far off. But the flying scenes--and the part when S is dukin' it out w/ Lex underwater--are pretty amazing when they're taking place right up in your face. In fact, I fought w/ my own right arm, which kept trying to splash the water. This was extra embarrassing, as I couldn't locate a single kid in my vicinity who was struggling w/ the same reflex. Kids are smart.

Oh, know how I'm so sure that I walk past celebrities every day w/o realizing their identity? Well, it (almost) happened yesterday during a press screening of the movie. This time I even had a name, not to mention plenty of processing time. I was at my post in the lobby, taking names and dealing tickets, when a cute young couple walked up to the table. The screening had already begun and the theatre was jam-packed w/ national news writers and Seventeen editors (I swear their entire staff showed up), and I'd been told to try and steer latecomers away. I asked the name of the woman. "Hasselbeck." Hasselbeck, Hasselbeck... Hmm, don't see you on the list. Are you sure you RSVP'd? In a perfectly sweet voice: "Um, yeah." Who are you with? "The View." Now at this point I got a flicker, but still nothing solid. I mean, I was pretty sure, but not absolutely. I sort of faltered, unsure what to do... Then from out of nowhere a Warner Bros. guy appeared (WB also had people working) and started getting all mushy. "Oh my god, it's so good to see you! I didn't recognize you in your gym clothes..." Blah blah blah, dumb. Anyway, the two--the dude was no football player, so not sure there--were escorted up to the theatre, and that was that. Gosh, what w/ all the hoopla, you'd think I'd have been savvier.

Sorry that was such a boring one. Turns out, that wack Regis was also in attendence, but such a sighting wouldn't have made for a better story, huh? Still, in the wake of last week's Jeremy Sisto, I'm not complaining. Well, maybe a little.

Posted by princess kanomanom @ 4:57 PM