Ah, New York

One of the obligatory, yet fun, aspects of going to New York is to see the stage play...either a broadway show, perhaps off broadway, and if you feel real crazy, off-off broadway. I wanted to see The Lieutenant of Inishmore, a supposedly gruesome play about an Irish terrorist. But there were no student discounts, so we opted for Red Light Winter, written by young angry hipster Adam Rapp, who recently directed his first feature, Winter Passing.

The show was satisfying, felt like a Neil LaBute rip off, two guys, one prostitute type of story. What I liked about seeing a stage show was the reminder about how simple we can make our set ups if the dialog and situations are compelling. Yes, film is not merely filmed theater, but it's all entertainment via storytelling.

The other fun aspect of New York is seeing famous people - at our play was Willem Dafoe, that's right, Mr. Boondock Saints himself. He was short. We looked at each other. I also thought I saw Natalie Portman, but she was handing out Playbills, which seemed like an unlikely thing for Natalie Portman to be doing. I have thusly concluded it was not Natalie Portman. But I will still see V for Vendetta.