Giuliani Gets No Love from Wack Crowd

Last night at a special screening for The Wackness, as part of the Diesel Box Office at the New World Stages in NYC, the rambunctious and fashionable crowd applauded and whooped every time a character displayed some "fuck Giuliani sentiment" (the film takes place in 1994, when the new mayor was power-washing the streets of whores and derelicts). And every time Sir Ben Kingsley’s psychiatrist character took a hit from his bong -- or even took it out of his drawer -- they cheered like he just saved the planet. When director Jonathan Levine stepped on stage afterward for a Q&A, he and others fondly recalled the days when you could buy a dime bag on the street and escape with just a ticket. Charlatans. They deem it as square, but the yuppies in attendance last night love the cleaned-up New York they live in; most of them were too young to remember it otherwise. I even saw a few of them geeking out in the Hershey’s store in Times Square after the screening.