Way Out East
I was sitting in a theater on Friday night when Phillip Seymour Hoffman walked right by me. He didn’t see me, but then I don’t think anyone else did either. I was feeling somewhat invisible on this night. I had been stuck for something to do for the weekend, but I was determined to fight the gravitational pull of Netflix and my living room couch and get out into the alleged real world. I was tempted to see the opening of Charley Kaufman’s movie, Synecdoche, New York , starring Phillip Seymour Hoffman, which opened on Friday, but sitting in a dark movie theater seemed a bit too similar to sitting on my couch. You don’t meet too many people in the dark, or at least not the kind of people you want to hang around with once the lights come back on. I decided that if I’m going to live in the five-borough asylum that is New York City, I really should do the New Yorky things that I couldn’t do when I was living in Connecticut and Pennsylvania. So I went to the Labyrinth Theater Co.’s free play...