It's about as close to Paris as I'm likely to get, it seems.
ahem
I hadn't seen it in years, and never really liked it much when I saw it.
But on the big screen, I have to admit, I really enjoyed it.
If you've never seen "Gigi" the guys at Project Rungay give a perfect synopsis.
Do yourself a favor and give it a read.
Excerpt:
"Yes girls, it's Gigi! The story of a young French girl who finds love despite her grandmother's sick attempts to train her for a life of prostitution!
The year? 1900! The place? Paris! The Bois de Boulogne! The players? Perverted old Frenchmen and snotty high-priced whores in vagina hats! And oh honeys, this film is the holy grail of vagina hattery..."
That sums it up pretty perfectly.
Actually what I remember most about "Gigi" is that an older cousin of mine had been named after the heroine. She turned out to be a slut.
Talk about irony.
I expected a noon showing on a rainy Wednesday of a 50 year old film in a slightly dingy old theater to be a lonely affair, but it turned out to be standing room only.
I was shocked.
The crowd distracted from the movie, of course, but made for a...ummmm...theatrical experience of its own. The character arc of Jason's seatmate, for example, was particularly remarkable. She went from bitching loudly about having to sit in a wet seat (water bottle spilled, not incontinence...She claimed) to chatting curiously about the plot.
I think her bitchiness was preferable, actually.
Anyway, here are some pics from my car to the theater:
8 comments:
Wow your car takes really good pictures.
I shared in the same experience today except the movie was Enchanted April.
The very idea that the Prytania is still grinding along brings a tear to my bitter old eye. I went to see Liquid Sky there with a couple of friends and afterwards, we had to leave their car up there and take the Magazine bus home because we were all too loaded to drive.
My, my. Good times.
Oh, God, how I miss seeing old movies with audiences. It's what they're made for, and a completely different thing than sitting at home.
I was always astonished, when I first moved to NYC, that there were so many people - and not all of them homeless or obvious lunatics - who could show up in the middle of the afternoon of a weekday for a Kay Francis Film Festival in the East Village. I think your water-bottle lady was one of the regulars, actually.
i have not seen the movie but I have read the book.
It was touching, and a bit poignant.
Wait a minute.
Back this train up.
There are TWO Jasons?
My favorite part was when the old lady, who came in 15 minutes late, tapped me and asked what she missed.
And then asked me who the actor was.
And then asked me if the owner played the organ before the show.
And then asked me if the woman on the screen was Gigi's mother or grandmother...
And having to spend another $3.00 on water because her husband sat on my armrest and knocked over my water, wetting them.
Oh, and the other old woman who opened the door and told the people in the lobby to be quiet because we were trying to watch a show.
Who needed the movie?
actually there are three jasons! great film. love the pics,jason. i need to see n.o.la.
I've seen NOLA...many times. But, I've never seen a vagina hat!
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