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Last night, the 60th annual New York Film Festival opened with a Campari-sponsored opening night reception at the Tavern on the Green. Honor Party festival opener White noiseFilm adaptation of Noah Baumbach’s 1985 novel, starring his favorite actors, Greta Gerwig and Adam Driver.
The restaurant, which has the usual aesthetic of a decaying Marshalls, is lit like hell’s gate with flashing red lights and decorated with Campari bottles. In attendance were numerous actors, several Netflix executives, a well-known DJ, and a large number of Lincoln Center patrons.
The highlight of the night was a brief encounter with German actor Lars Eidinger, who plays a failed mad scientist in the film. Mistake me for a White noise plus, he mentions his love of spicy food and explains that the tiny (disturbing) satin shorts he wears throughout the movie were all his ideas. While we were talking, at least three people invited him to an after party at Polo Bar, and he asked me, in a quiet, quiet voice, “What is Polo Bar?” When we parted, he shared his email address, urging me to come see him play Hamlet, in Hamletat BAM next month.
I can’t watch it again White noise because I don’t get it, but I’ve rated every other aspect of the evening on a scale of one to ten Negroes.
Eidinger, who is six feet tall, looks like the biggest and most beautiful office worker in the world in the oversized Balenciaga suit Justin Bieber wore at the Grammys. But Jodie Turner-Smith did the evening, swapping out the laggy black evening gown she wore on the red carpet for a Canadian tuxedo at the party.
A brave soul wears a mesh dress with nothing but a pair of slit pants underneath, and takes the form of dapper elderly men – model type – in cap caps, jeweled accessories funny boy and tie. Otherwise, it’s the first really chilly evening of fall, so there are plenty of reasonable coats. Four blacks.
Someone has seen Noah Baumbach “been mesmerized behind the scenes by the female public,” and while Turner-Smith and Gerwig showed up late, Driver was noticeably absent. (In fact, Driver, who famously said that watching himself on screen made him want to vomit, didn’t sit down to watch the movie and could be seen rushing into the opera box with his co-stars when recorded footage.)
Elsewhere, Vicky Krieps spoke rapidly in German, while Blythe Danner turned around, camouflaged in a crowd mostly over 70 years old. It’s also been a powerful night for the talented kids: Grace Gummer shows up, so does Cooper Hoffman, while Emily Mortimer watches her teenage years, Sam and May Nivola, who are the best part of the show. White noise. Five blacks.
“It’s like the kind you hear in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant.” Three black people.
The french fries and pancakes have passed, and there are buffets available for those wanting a hot dinner. This means that the entire space is swept up in a culinary smoke that haunts a Delta Lounge. And though my shirt is fine – decorated with a giant block of ice stamped NYFF – I’m going to the docks because the Campari bartender refuses to give me a glass of water, insisting that his hands are tied when it comes to anything but “Campari-based cocktails.” Did I mention that the event is sponsored by Campari? Four blacks.
Mainly includes yes or no White noise good. Obviously, it’s true to the novel, perhaps too true, to make a script somewhat rigid. Individual? I do not know. Gerwig wears a great wig, and the child actors? Subliminal.
When I found my way out, someone said, “All right thrilling for Noah. “ Four black people.
This article has been updated.
https://www.thecut.com/2022/10/new-york-film-festival-2022-white-noise-party.html Inside New York Film Festival’s ‘White Noise’ Party