torino - new york

Ended Torino on wednesday night, I caught "the exodous" by pang ho cheung, great hong kong movie and then onto cinema massimo for the q n a of anne biller's film, viva. I saw Julie Meltzer [not a moment of if but when} outside the cinema in a red coat, she joined me for the end of viva and the q n a, which was hosted by emanuella martini, it all dealt with italian porn from the 70's, there seems to be a huge following here. After on the street I said my goodbyes to emanuella, who graciously asked to see our next film when we finished it. Julie invited me for a drink, and i suggested a pub crawl back to the hotel, being from el lay she didn't quite know what that was. It was at our 2nd pub, actually enoteca, [wine bar], that we ran into another el lay film maker, eric nazarian, who has a film in competition "the blue hour", we all had a drink and they complaining of jet lag left, i don't want to say they ditched me, but they ditched me.

in the morning my favorite guida italiana, elena was there to drive me to the airport in milano, [malpensa] we were joined by jan-christoph glaser, the director of neanderthal, a film in competition, a berliner, a funny dude, after that it was just airplanes, milano-london where i had to go through immigration to smoke a cigarette between flights, and then london-new york, flight packed with pound rich english doing their x-mas shopping in new york, and then u.s. customs where i was basically strip searched, what do you do? I'm a filmmaker, they started going through my stuff, i always put the dirty socks on top, but i see the torino film festival catalogue and i grab it and open it up to the page with my picture on it. "oh OK sir, you can go right through."

Friday I'm back in new york suffering from jet lag. My long suffering wife, Anne suggests we go to the opening of the new museum, I'm hurting but I go, and the building is great and they're serving groltsch beer and it's nice and cold, we take the elevator to the 7th floor, and just an astounding southern view of the city. I step outside onto the balcony - I light up a joint in honor of the rebellious spirit of marsha tucker, the wild original from the museums founding [77-98 forced out]. I don't want to be rude, I take two quick puffs and light a cigarette to mask the smell. I am quickly approached by security, no smoking, comon, I'm outside, no smoking, this is insane, I throw my cigarette over the edge of the building and go back in and a second later I am asked to leave the premises of the building. perfect - first person kicked out of the new museum -
marsha tucker would have been proud.

glimmer out
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