It's always strange when a movie comes to your block. They basically just camp out, take over and try to shut everything down. There are people with headphones and walkie talkies acting like we're in the DMZ. "Can I help you?" Ummm, well, if you want to "help" me carry my laundry bag up five flights, that would be nice.
This seemed like a minor movie, perhaps an independent. They had a food table at the corner and nobody was guarding it. Nothing like when the Coen brothers shot a scene with Clooney and Pitt a few years back - it took me an hour to get from the corner to my front door. I felt like I was swimming through female quicksand.
Looks like they'll be here all week.
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