A story about Wes Anderson
I live in Hollywood and my friends had gotten passes to a test screening of The Life Aquatic. I tend to work late, though, so I didn’t think I’d be able to go. I was lucky and I ran up to the theater just as they were being ushered inside. It was a madhouse! And they were screening everyone very carefully—you couldn’t bring in a camera phone which meant I had to go back outside to the parking lot, and then somehow get back in. And then find them all again. It just didn’t seem likely. But I was lucky; I did find them and they had great seats—second row. The first row was taped off so there was no one even in front of us. Until the lights went down. That’s when Wes Anderson and a female friend sneaked in and took the seats right in front of us—in front of me! After the movie, my friend who has a tattoo of Richie Tennenbaum and the carrier pigeon on her legs stopped him in the lobby to talk to him, and he couldn’t have been nicer. Sigh.
