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9/29/02 It was at the

9/29/02

It was at the IFP party tonight that it hit me: we really did accomplish something with this movie just by getting it done. If you're going to be emotionally healthy about it and believe that the journey is indeed the destination, then we can claim success right now. In the artistic world a sphere in which I tentatively cling to membership – career successes are few and far-between, and so the fact that a committee of peers invited us to their influential market proves all along that we might not have been working inside the yolk of an egg for the last two years after all.

Tonight's shindig was also the sneak-premiere party for The Man From Elysian Fields, which was quite a nice film saddled with some unthinkable groaners that pretty much give the movie a case of the cancer. Mick Jagger was fabulous in the flick, however, and even more fabulous at the after-party at Metronome (even though neither Tessa nor I got to see him). The music at the party was great (they played "I Can't Wait" by Nu Shooz how rad is that?) but catered to the attention-impaired, as each song lasted about fourteen seconds. They also had great chicken satay, some of which was smuggled to Señor Poopy Pants left alone in the car.

Gill Holland worked the crowd like a master I saw him handing out Pink House postcards fifty feet away, even while chatting up a sexy, gothy blonde. Good to have Gillbo on your side; like Tessa says, he is a natural celebrator.

Gill and me at the 24-hr plays in June