My brother moved into an apartment in Hoboken that used to belong to John Sayles.
One day, my brother got a beautiful invitation in the mail. He neglected to read the addressee before opening it (yeah right) and turns out it was from Martin Scorcese, of all people!
It was an invitation to a screening and party in Manhattan celebrating Scorcese's rerelease of the restored version of Charlton Heston and Sophia Loren's classic "El Cid."
So, after the initial brouhaha at the door over the fact that my brother and I were not John Sayles and guest, we found ourselves in a sweet little party.
My brother and I sat one row in front of, and six or seven seats to the left of Mr. Heston and Ms. Loren. You could watch them on the screen, thirty or so years younger, or you could turn around and watch them watching themselves.
Plus, we got to drink for free after the show with the stars and a bunch of celebrities like Scorsece and John Turturro and Marissa Tomei.
This is not very relevant to the thread, but it was just cool that we were at a super exclusive Charlton Heston event on that Marxist John Sayles name. It was a good time.
I'm a bit surprised about Hollywierdos throwing a party around the movie El Cid. Spanish crusader in the Reconquest of Spain right?
Life throw you some fun now and then!