My Virgin America flight touched down at JFK just before 8 am. Rainy, windy…I’m already on my second umbrella. (The first one, a $5 cheapie, was destroyed by a gust of wind.) Sitting in the lobby of the Walter Reade theatre, tapping it out and waiting for New York Film Festival press screening of Oren Moverman‘s Time Out Of Mind to end at 1:45 pm so I can attend the press conference. (I saw the film in Toronto and that was enough — raw realism, honestly acted, all-but-absent narrative, meandering, “non- judgmental.”)
Thursday, 9.25 — Broadway Junction, Manhattan-bound L train approaching.
A train heading northwest, two stops past Howard Beach.
I’m getting really sick of seeing billboard ads everywhere for NBC’s The Blacklist — they’re ubiquitous in Los Angeles also.
