Wednesday, November 15, 2017

a new york kind of day

Some days I never leave my home. I love those days. Today isn't one of them.

By 10:30, I'm in midtown to see a screening of Wonder Wheel. The reviews so far have not been great, so my expectations are low.

The movie begins and I am riveted from start to finish.  Kate Winslet gives an Oscar-worthy performance. Then there's Justin Timberlake. And a story that totally grabs me. Who are these critics anyway? 

I'm home by 2. Conference call at 4 for BAFTA. A quick dinner. Then downtown to meet Jill at The Public to see a new play by Julia Cho called Office Hour. This time, the reviews are good, so expectations are high.

Jill and I often disagree on what we like in theater. She is more intellectual than I am, and more discerning. I just hate to be bored. My friend M always says in regards to books, "I'd rather read a good story written badly than a poor story written well." Same applies to theater. 

But tonight Jill and I agree. "I really didn't like that," I say as soon as the cast makes their final exit. Her response? "I hated it."

I come home and end the day with a good book, well-enough written (Kate White's Even If It Kills Her), and the perfect place to read it.

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