I spent a nastily pleasant evening out at Tribeca Cinemas last night, attending a screening of indie horror flick Headspace. My Science Fiction Weekly review is here:
http://www.scifi.com/sfw/screen/sfw12247.h
Everyone I met last night before the show was very interesting to talk to: the film's New York publicist, the film's 26-year-old (!) director, the film's star's girlfriend working behind the publicity table, the friend and hanger-on to all the crewmembers. Nice bunch of people. I'm glad I enjoyed their movie.
(The film's star himself, Christopher Denham, was not there due to his role in Adam Rapp's Red Light Winter at the Barrow Street Theater. I've seen ads for this play all over in subway stations, but it was the friend and hanger-on [who might have been hitting on me but probably wasn't because I only ever figure out in retrospect that I've been hit on and this time I thought I was being hit on as it was happening] who pointed out that there are naked women subtly worked into the backgrounds of the Red Light Winter posters. I examined one this morning on the way to work. Sure enough.)
Everyone at the screening was talking about the New York Times review Headspace received yesterday. I didn't read the review until this morning, since I didn't want to prejudice my own. The Times was condescending (come on, we all know what those sorta-big-name actors are doing in an indie joint like this) if grundgingly appreciative, but the crew just seemed jazzed that they'd been reviewed at all. I found that refreshing.
Anyway, if you're in New York and you're into low-budget horror (and you know who you are—I know you're reading this) get down to Varick and Laight before Sunday and catch this little flick. It won Best Screenplay and Best Cinematography at the 2005 New York City Horror Film Festival, if my recommendation doesn't convince you.
And if that doesn't convince you, I'll be a pig and point out that model Pollyanna McIntosh spends a decent amount of screen time starkers. Boy, does she have a bright future on Cinemax, should she choose to accept it. (I can't help sharing this delectable photograph taken in front of the famous Magnolia Bakery. "Two—no, six—no, twelve—baker's dozen! I told you that I'm crazy for these cupcakes, cousin.")
I note with dismay that Miss McIntosh is married to Melrose Place's Grant Show, whom Laura once met in a bar and says is nice. Bah! He's also 5'10", which makes him too short for you, Pollyanna. I'm 5'11", and I probably outweigh Grant, too. Sounds good, right? You know it does.
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