My darling Musto invited me to accompany him to a screening and another movie’s after party. The screening was for “The Simpsons” and the after party was for “El Cantante”, which Musto had already seen. It all sounded great because I’m not enough of a “Simpsons” fan to have ever thought to pay to see the LONG version and, even though I’m a big Marc Anthony fan and would have wanted to see THAT movie (I’m also a fan of Hector Lavoe’s work, whose bio “El Cantante” is based upon), I was sure it would play well on TV some other time. Besides, I already knew the story of Lavoe’s messed-up life.
The party was slated for Cipriani 42nd St., so it was certain to be lavish and filled with food and drink. Of course, WHY it was at an ... Read More