June 22nd, 2013
So, it's finally happened. A premiere that I couldn't get into. This is, broadly, not possible outside the realms of I Wasn't Really Trying , and that's kind of the case here. The problem with premieres on a Sunday (and they're rare) is that at least on a weekday I'm already in town, and I can go to premieres after my workday finishes, show up and do the best that I can, and only people less employed than me can get there beforehand.
Those rules can be thrown out on a Sunday, thrown out again if it's a world premiere, and thrown out a third time if it's a movie starring Brad Pitt. And if Angelina Jolie is also going attend... forget about it. And I live out of town. (And I got a text from a friend at 7:30am saying they were already heading down... and no offense, I'm still asleep at that time on a Sunday. ANY Sunday. Talk to me if it's Charlize Theron. Maybe.)
But I figured I could show up later, see what I could accomplish, and if worst came to worst I'd have a monopod and remote trigger and take photos I've always wanted to take from afar. But sometimes even those plans can fail somewhat. And they did.
So... welcome to the suck. Purely for the sake of completeness, and because my Australian background makes me culturally more likely to be okay with openly commemorating my own failures, here's how it went down.
So... overall... cripplingly disappointing. I'm only posting this so I don't forget.
So, to conclude : as a documentary of (a) stuff going wrong and (b) a different view of premieres, I'm reluctantly going put it into the Archive of Movie premieres anyway
Until next time...when I hope to make amends on something this trivial-in-the-scheme-of-things.... with something equally trivial!
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