"Are there any other females in this room?"

posted 27 March 2004

After seeing Mikey off with his incredibly expensive espresso machine, went with Mary to see 200 American, part of the ongoing London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival at the National Film Theatre. The review linked above is pretty accurate: it's an excellent script, surprisingly well-acted, let down in only a few scenes by the stilted dialogue that tends to affect American indie films. The music and sound editing are both dreadful, but this is balanced by the incredibly hot smile of Tyler, the main character. Our tickets were stand-bys: you have to stand in line for 45 minutes to get them, but then, since the seats you eventually get are ones not taken by industry bigwigs and others who are offerred free tickets, they're the best seats in the house: middle of the row, middle of the main block. Genius!

The whole week has been a great example of why I love London: Thursday, on a whim, we headed into Central and had dinner -- the best steak I have ever had in my life, ever, a snip at £12.95 -- then caught Starsky and Hutch, a collection of good one-liners, inadequately glued together. Friday was a too-brief appearance at Emma's birthday bash in Soho, then clubbing at Popstarz with Mikey and Mary and the usual crowd of regulars: good music, although a sudden influx of apparent 12-year-olds conspired to make us feel positively ancient. Then today, as we walked across the Thames from Embankment to the NFT, we were reminded that the city is, indeed, very pretty, even when the tube decides to randomly shut down during rush hour.

We didn't plan anything any of those days. We just turned up and did things. And that's the point. London is just full of stuff, to see and do and try and visit and taste and appreciate. We could live here for the rest of our lives and not have tried every restaurant, seen every show, visited every venue. It's whatever you want it to be, on tap. Why would you live anywhere else?

Today's title refers to the population of the audience at the NFT for the showing of 200 American. From a seated audience of easily 500 people, much searching found exactly 3 women in the audience: the rest were gay men. I guess the shirtless picture of the lead on the poster was mainly responsible for that...

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