Inside Looking Outside Looking Inside (or, My Weekend at the Tavern...)

Notte Primo

When September wanes, it's time to bust out to a certain filmy gathering at the Tavern, where a random smattering of food chain offerings within any radius of the lens spend three hours trying to find each other. It's Fellini meets Tati in an endless circle of interior mirrors. Somehow, it's loveable.

Some clear things seemed to become messy. But in distress at potentially offending friends, peers, employers and le date, it is comforting to know that 2:30am found most folks making a mess.

Dude-- someone said Manohla Dargis was wasted!!

Notte Secondo



Less than twenty-four hours later places Mitchissmo on the outside as a hungry fly on the wall, taking sweet refuge in her nutty head, all behind a still camera at the house of mirrors again. She is paid to make memories, Italian style, for a Cathy and Johnny from Long Island.

She wonders when they met, how it went on their first date, and if they're gonna make it. She wonders if it will last. She wonders if they'll end up alone again. She wonders if her camera is working.