My building has between sixty to eighty crew members today to film SISTERS. They are so polite and friendly. A neighbor ordered them chicken matzoh ball soup from the Great Neck Diner. I think they needed it for the filming, but wanted it to be good, and Great Neck Diner delivered up their aromatic soup. Another woman on this floor is getting her kitchen redone. I had to knock at her door to let a crew member ask if the banging could stop during filming. (Maybe they will pay for her renovation.) There’s tables of food set up in front of our building, tons of folks in the hallway on those canvas arm chairs you associate with directors and retirees.
The first day of filming SISTERS in the apartment down the hall from me and I missed Tina Fey and Amy Poehler’s entrance. I know they are in the apartment, at least one of them is, because I heard someone from the production crew say, “She’s in the next room, changing.” And here is a member of the production crew shutting the door on me as she caught me taking a picture. Again I must ask you to crane your neck.
Today, Thursday, 1/22, all the parking meters near my coop were covered with white bags, reserved for the production company and the whole kaboodle. What kind of car do you suppose Tina and Amy will arrive in for their first day of filming tomorrow? A limo? When the crew was leaving, I took shots of the apartment that they set up for the stars. From all the boxes and crates, it looks like the first scene will be when Tina and Amy first move in. You’ll have to crane your neck again. I have no idea how to reverse the images on my blog. Duh.
Today, from 8:00 a.m. to 6 p.m. a crew of 15 people came and went to set up the empty apartment where Tina Fey and Amy Poehler will star in SISTERS. I’ve posted the open door of the apartment that they will transform into a set and a photo of the cardboard carpet that was rolled out to protect the lobby floor. You have to kind of turn your head sideways to see it. Such fun!
The producers were staking out Great Neck apartment buildings for the perfect place to film a new Fey-Poehler movie. They wisely chose my building. They wanted to use a friend’s apartment down the hall, but it would involve them moving out all her furniture and belongings, setting her up in a Great Neck hotel. “No thanks,” she said. So they are using an empty apartment right on my floor. I’ll be sipping coffee all day in the lobby.
The buzzing drowned out the voices. I bought a new phone. Still it buzzed. I called Verizon. They sent out a repairman. Thought myself lucky that I pay that extra bill for home repair.
“It’s the copper wire,” he said. “We can’t fix it. We’re not using it anymore. You have to migrate over to fiber optic.”
So, what could I do? “Okay,” I said.
After he left, there were still noises on my line. More like a low woo woo than a buzz. Another repairman came. He couldn’t do a thing. “I’m a copper guy,” he explained. “You have fios.” (That’s the name for fiber optics.) I told him it was changed as he could see for himself by the battery instead of the old system. He put in an order to show Verizon that I have fios now.
That was days ago. When I call service, they still only have me as copper. “You haven’t migrated over yet,” they explain.
“Well, how did that happen? Who can straighten this out?”
I’m transferred from copper to fios to customer service and all agree, “You haven’t migrated over yet!”
I was prepared to tell you all that The Interview was a Grade Z movie that managed to become history when it revved up the bowels of Kim Jong Un who then had his team of North Korean hackers break into Sony, and, if that wasn’t enough, threaten 9/11 attacks against theaters showing the film. I saw it because I wanted to thumb my nose at censorship. Who knew that within minutes, I would be roaring? Yes, it’s a bunch of pee pee and butt hole jokes–who can do these better than Seth Rogen?–but the movie has a lot of heart, too. James Franco (Seth’s real life bromance) is such a fine actor that everyone had to step up. The photography rocked. Wait until you see the face of Kim Jong Un (Randall Park) getting blown in the wind or the shine in the tiger’s eyes as he comes upon Seth Rogen (Aaron Rapaport) at night doing a G.I. Joe crawl. Lizzie Caplan (Agent Lacie) plays a deadpan CIA agent who helps launch this farkakte mission to assassinate the maniacal leader of North Korea.
Dare I tweet this? You bet.