Back from Nine at four and then dinner with Alet. I shall have much to say about Nine at four, but for now let me just say that today at the DGA was madness. The idiots booked the theater to SAG (something I wish they would NEVER do - let SAG go find somewhere else to screen films) - today they screened Inglorious Bastards and Brad Pitt and other cast members were there for a Q&A. Heaven forbid they should have started at noon so they could actually clear the parking lot and theater in time, but that was seemingly beyond their comprehension. Therefore when I arrived one hour and five minutes before OUR screening, the parking lot was full and everyone had to scramble to other lots and parking spaces - it's OUR union, OUR screening room, and frankly, it's OUR building and if anyone should have been scrounging it's SAG. Outrageous. Then there was already a long line for Nine. A LINE for Nine - this isn't a movie theater it's a DGA screening facility for directors and their families - and yet, I saw several people I know who are not directors nor are family to directors - they'd simply got someone to lend them their card - not supposed to be allowed, and if they found out they could confiscate said card and fine the member. Then the SAG Q&A ran long, so it was craziness. They finally started letting us in around three-forty. Luckily, the line at the DGA isn't dense and I wasn't hugely far back, so even though it looked like a really long line, there were probably only sixty people ahead of me, and when I got in the theater my usual seat was there and it was pretty empty. Twenty minutes later there wasn't a seat to be had. I had to run after the screening, but I heard Rob was personable and interesting after.
