Got to Manhattan and went into a couple straight hours of round tables with nine reporters at each table. Phew. The weird thing was at each table, there was always one reporter who simply sat and listened… judging. No, I just guess all their questions were being covered by the others. It’s weird though. Every once in a while, they’d nod and scroll something down, but otherwise they’d simply stare with a questioning eye.
From there, I went down to Grand Central Station, where Chris Buckley interviewed me for a Time Out magazine piece. It’s weird being interviewed by your friend. For a while, we just sat there going… Okay, what are we supposed to talk about? Then, we just started taking shots in the dark. It was fun. I asked Chris where he was the first time he came up with Nick Naylor. It was pretty cool. Look out for that article.
The film screened that night as part of the 92 St Y series. Anette Insdorf from Columbia University moderated. Interesting crowd. Except for one guy in a bright blue button up shirt… buttoned to the top. He stood up during the Q&A (shaking and swaying a touch) then went on about how the Christian Scientists knew about the dangers of alcohol and cigarettes long before the rest of us. He also mentioned how Nick Naylor was evil and unrepentant… Oh yeah, and his character’s son Joey was the “demon seed”.
That night, Ed Pressman, the executive producer of the film (and producer of one of my favorite social satires of all time, “American Psycho”) threw a party for us at Elaine’s on the upper East side. Elaine’s is famous for many things, among them, the owner (yes, her name is Elaine) put on her own protest against the smoking ban by making her restaurant one big smoking section.
Great guest list. Chris Buckley and Aaron Eckhart were there to join in on the fun. However, I found myself talking to reporters for most of the evening. One asked me if could have any job in the current white house, what would it be? I said I’d like to be the guy who gets to meet the aliens.
Thursday was basically open. Went to see “Brokeback Mountain” again. That movie really works. Just heartbreaking. Then, I went to another dinner thrown in honor of our film… However, this was like nothing I’ve ever experienced… and I’ve been to some pretty nice shindigs.
The dinner was hosted by Tina Brown and Sir Harry Evans, the King and Queen of New York editorial, at their beautiful home on the upper East side. I thought I went all out, wearing a suit, but I was the only guy there without a tie… except for Aaron. Us LA boys have no class. Their home is incredible. NewYorker cartoons adorn all the walls from Brown’s time there as chief…Oh, and more books than the NY public library. What’s that? Overused expression? Okay… More books than a Nazi bonfire. How’s that?
Over the course of two hours, I was congratulated by Steve Forbes, William F Buckley, and Tom Wolfe in a white summer suit with red handkerchief. There seemed to be an unwritten rule at that event – You must be a published author to attend. Amongst the guests were a Pulitzer Prize winner, a US Federal Judge, and a knight.
Tonight, Janet Maslin is showing the film to her film society. The most important name in film criticism is going to interview me tonight… and she’s seeing the film for the first time this evening. May not be able to type tomorrow if my fingers are burned form being singed.
Woke up this morning and thought of a movie idea. Called Chris Buckley. He likes it too. Who knows.