Stalking Spiderman in the Big Apple

Very intense powerful performances (seemed forced at first but got much better with some pretty explosive scenes and lots of crying - I wish I was closer to see all the emotion and tears) the other night by Philip Seymour Hoffman and Andrew Garfield in Death of a Salesman - and I thought Finn Wittrock and John Glover were very good too. Classic story. But what a downer....and stark memories of reading the book in high school....I was feeling very pensive and kinda low....until I walked out of theatre and saw tons of girls (and many mums) waiting outside of the stage door. And a big black SUV sitting out front with dark windows. It was freezing out but thought I would wait to see who comes out first....girl who played the mistress walked out with no drama, then Finn who got applause and walked straight across to the pub, then I saw all the phones go up so I got my phone ready...could hardly see Andrew so slight (think I could take him on and break him in two he's so skinny) and not as tall as I thought in a navy blue hoodie (he didn't pay any attention to Geraldo Rivera or maybe he did! He did look like some punk kid you shouldn't mess with...). He signed lots and lots of autographs and I took not so great pics.  Was shivering so all pics shaky!! Anyway I was super cold. Is it bad that I didn't wait for PSH??!!! Sacrilegious I know!! Was freezing and windy!! And I had no tights on and open toe shoes!! I walked initially towards Broadway but thought 8th Ave would be less crowded and taxi can take me right uptown easily. So I turned around passed the theatre again and realised AG was still signing autographs....then he walked to talk to someone in front of theatre. Oh! He didn't get into the black SUV! He was walking diagonally across the street towards me! I slowed down (damn it was so cold my legs are still numb!). Geez he stopped in front of the pub and hugged a girl who was with Finn who tried to get him to come into pub but he waved him off and walked towards 8th Ave. Then I realised it was just him....and me....oh dear I am following him and it barely crosses my mind that it may not be a great idea to be walking alone towards Hells Kitchen this time of night. He stopped to go around some crazy drunk couples. Then he walked through a very large group of very large scary guys. I just followed his lead. I had to get a taxi for goodness sake! I couldn't see any and kept following him to get ahead of other people who were hailing frantically. Finally got a taxi and saw AG walking all the way down 8th Ave. Like most regular theatre actors just walking home. You gotta love this guy. I have said it before and I will say it again - that Emma Stone is one lucky girl. And if they can't stand the attention now, wait until this summer when Spiderman opens....

By George!

The other night I had a dream about George Clooney. No! It's not what you're thinking! As my friends will attest, I am not a big fan of George, unlike millions of other women (who probably dream about him in the way you're thinking). And my friends will also attest that I dream very often...and very vividly. My dreams are quite colourful and often violent with lots of blood and guns (which I don't like at all and have never handled in my life). I'm normally being chased by unknown people or running towards something, typically seeing familiar faces as I pass them or step over them. My dreams are sometimes extremely sensual where I can smell the bright green grass that I've fallen on or feel the rough stucco walls of pink houses in the Caribbean. It's wild, I know, and I can remember many of my dreams... Anyway, back to George....I just don't get it. The hype I mean. I finally saw The Descendants over a month after the Oscars. I wanted to see it and the other nominated films before all the awards shows but I didn't have the opportunity. I have been catching up on all the films on my various transatlantic flights. Well, I just don't understand why there was such a fuss about his performance in this film relative to his other films. Don't get me wrong, he's a decent actor, just not a really great one. His range isn't extremely wide and his roles are not that diverse or risky. OK his most extreme role may have been the one in O Brother Where Art Thou...which I thought was pretty funny. I mean, compare his roles to say, Johnny Depp or Christian Bale or Javier Bardem or Daniel Day Lewis. So what's all the fuss about? Why all the Oscar buzz? I have to admit that I have watched some of the Oscar round table and other group interviews he's done during the road to the Oscars. He has such confidence and a dry sense of humour but tended to take over each and every discussion. I found it annoying for the other actors who couldn't get a word in. I found it funny, actually hilarious, that he seemed so obsessed with (the very sexy) Michael Fassbender and (the very dashing) Jean Dujardin. He seemed to try to take them under his wing...like they needed this? I heard he was giving them tips on how to handle themselves during awards season. What??? Wow. OK. Well. I suppose he is that ambassador for Hollywood. I also suppose he may be fearing his time at the top may be waning. I doubt it though. I do know this...there is a big difference between a Movie Star and Best Actor. What I don't know is why he was in my dream....I met him at a party and I was so enthralled and felt the need to follow him wherever he asked me. This is why it is called a dream and not reality.