Sep. 9th, 2006
i'm a lousy fan
Sep. 9th, 2006 11:58 pmTonight
divanoir and I went to a special screening of a new documentary starring Kiefer Sutherland called I Trust You To Kill Me. It was a special screening because after the movie Kiefer Sutherland himself, along with the director, did a Q&A. Although we got to the theater later than we planned because the service at Tenement left something to be desired, we still managed to get a seat in about the sixth row. Prime Kiefer viewing!
So the movie starts and about half an hour in I feel horrible. I've had a headache cooking all day, and that combined with heavy meal + loud movie + stuffy theater + shaky camerawork (grrrrr) = one very sick Dia. I kept having to close my eyes for long periods to keep from yakking.
divanoir thought I was napping. Heh. The movie is okay, really only worth seeing if you're a hardcore Keifer fan or a fan of this band that the movie is about, Rocco Deluca & The Burden. Part of the movie is shot on the set of 24, which was an unexpected and cool bonus. Also, I have to say, Jack Bauer may be hot, but Kiefer Sutherland is even hotter. He's just so funny and fun and smart and wild and guh. Although he needs to lay off the cigarettes because I had no idea he's only 39. Good grief, Kiefer.
So anyway, the movie thankfully ends and Kiefer comes out and unfortunately the theater keeps its lights dim. It's a good thing we were so close or it would have been difficult to see him. Dark v-neck sweater and jeans and looking fine. He's personable and articulate and kind of a small guy -- short and slim. I tried snapping a few pictures with my digital camera and they did not come out at ALL. They are horrible! Totally dark. Alas.
When we left the theater Kiefer was already out on the sidewalk being mobbed by fans. He clearly was trying to get into his car so I didn't barge my way in there, just slipped in and tried to snap a photo. This photo also sucks. ( Here it is. ) Not a big deal -- you know how I roll. If it's Bradley or Ewan nothing can stop me but for anyone else? Eh. Still, it was pretty awesome to see THE MAN in the flesh and I'm glad we went, even if I felt like crap. Feeling a bit better now, thank goodness.
Oh, then on the subway home there was this SMELL, this fried onion smell, and I look around and see this big guy holding a clear plastic bag full of White Castle burgers. WTF? At 10:00 at night, no less. Ewwwww. He's lucky I didn't puke on his sneakers.
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So the movie starts and about half an hour in I feel horrible. I've had a headache cooking all day, and that combined with heavy meal + loud movie + stuffy theater + shaky camerawork (grrrrr) = one very sick Dia. I kept having to close my eyes for long periods to keep from yakking.
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So anyway, the movie thankfully ends and Kiefer comes out and unfortunately the theater keeps its lights dim. It's a good thing we were so close or it would have been difficult to see him. Dark v-neck sweater and jeans and looking fine. He's personable and articulate and kind of a small guy -- short and slim. I tried snapping a few pictures with my digital camera and they did not come out at ALL. They are horrible! Totally dark. Alas.
When we left the theater Kiefer was already out on the sidewalk being mobbed by fans. He clearly was trying to get into his car so I didn't barge my way in there, just slipped in and tried to snap a photo. This photo also sucks. ( Here it is. ) Not a big deal -- you know how I roll. If it's Bradley or Ewan nothing can stop me but for anyone else? Eh. Still, it was pretty awesome to see THE MAN in the flesh and I'm glad we went, even if I felt like crap. Feeling a bit better now, thank goodness.
Oh, then on the subway home there was this SMELL, this fried onion smell, and I look around and see this big guy holding a clear plastic bag full of White Castle burgers. WTF? At 10:00 at night, no less. Ewwwww. He's lucky I didn't puke on his sneakers.