So I saw the newest instagram #hashtage craze in action tonight – #StagedoorSelfie!
I haven’t actually seen the play (yet). I thought about going to the matinee today, but when decision time rolled around, I was enjoying wandering too much to go sit inside a theater for two hours. I might go tomorrow night…not sure. Probably not – I’m not that interested in it.
I had to have the fava bean salad, because I’ve never had fava beans and they are iconic and some people are fanatics about them…excellent. A vegetable risotto as well.
And after shooting by Grant’s Tomb and the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, she dropped me off at my hotel, but it was just ten o’clock, so time for some more wandering. I decided to hit a couple of stage door crowds just for the sake of observing the scene, which is always interesting to me.
(Years ago, when I brought my daughter up, she had lovely encounters with Geoffrey Rush after Exit the King and Bill Irwin after Waiting for Godot. John Goodman, also in Godot, wasn’t as nice, and very quickly strolling off with Tim Robbins, who was around for some reason – I think he or Susan Sarandon was in another show nearby.)
First up was Inishmaan. The 99.9% young female crowd was supervised by a very patient police officer. About twenty minutes after the show ended, the squeals rose up, and out popped Radcliffe, all smiles – and although I knew this beforehand, I’ll just say it….he’s tiny. The Internets says he’s 5’5″, but I dunno….
As the article I linked above relates, he takes a long time with fans – and he did. I started across the street from the crowd, but moved over eventually, hoping for a slightly better view, which I never got, considering he’s short and I’m short and the layers of taller girls on tip-toes holding up phones between us. But I did watch him very cheerfully take all those selfies – with unflagging energy and a big smile. He didn’t greet everyone – maybe about a third of the crowd.
Next, I walked down a couple of blocks to the St. James, where Of Mice and Men had just let out. I was actually a little more interested in seeing Chris O’Dowd than the very odd James Franco, but apparently O’Dowd comes out first, and I’d missed him. Waited just a bit, and Franco came out also to squeals, maybe not as high-pitched as I’d heard earlier. He worked the line a little differently – while Radcliffe’s crowd had been aligned on two sides, this one was just on one – the cop there said, “He doesn’t like anyone behind him. He’s claustrophobic.” He signed autographs, posed, but did the selfie thing in groups – he repeatedly told people, “Everyone turn around, turn your back to me” – and he’d stand there in his shades while about 5 people took selfies with him at the same time. It was interesting to watch.
More on the rest of the day (oh, and yesterday, I guess!) tomorrow morning, I hope. Some of it’s on Instagram…