A Night at the Beekman
I have only been to the Beekman once, for the premiere of Bernardo Bertolucci’s The Dreamers, and now that they’re tearing the thing down, I’ve been waiting for a movie I could choke down to play there. The Interpreter wasn’t exactly it, but I made it over, and I’m glad I did.
The theater was packed, especially for a Sunday night. There was a line of ticketholders out front going in. It was near sold out. It was awesome going into that place packed. I managed to snag a few photos before being told no. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal to them if they’re going to tear it down anyway, but whatever.
One thing that sucks is I bought the Clearview gift certificate package for $25 to get the free movie ticket and after I bought my popcorn I put it in my back pocket and it wasn’t until I sat down for Chinese food at 11:11pm did I realize I lost it. Sucks. I used $15 of the coupons, but lost $10, and free ticket. I called the theater, maybe they’ll find it. So far, no.
Sadly on the way home I tried to stop by the Wellington hotel restaurant but they ‘upgraded’ the restaurant to look more like Bellevue, WA, like the rest of New York. I really hate the new New York. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I just couldn’t eat there with it looking so bland and white and mall. I got instantly sad.
I think I’m going to have to get pithed to get the sentimentality out of me. It’s just killing me trying to be nostalgic in a town like New York which hates its own history and wants to annhiliate all culturals traces it can.
But it was great to go to the Beekman. I’m jealous of my friends who got to take pics there last week with no one stopping them. I’ve been stopped twice now. They’re tearing it down! So very very sad.