A hideous creep journalist-critic, Charles Bramesco, posted this photo on Twitter, but what the hell. I don’t look like I’m napping in my seat — I look like I’ve just succumbed to a massive heart attack. But it’s just my natural, blessed ability to nap anywhere at any time. I close my eyes and I’m gone. In this instance I was merely escaping from the usual opening-night, pre-screening ceremonies.
