The Pope Of Greenwich Village has always been one of my favorite films. Mickey Rourke and Eric Roberts turn in fantastic performances. Daryl hannah has never been more beautiful, and Burt Young. Burt fucking Young. It’s also particularly resonant to me because it’s set in Greenwich Village in 1984. I moved to the East Village in 1986 but spent plenty of time in the Village proper. That was a world that I lived in.
At the time I had a buddy named George who lived on Mulberry Street. He aspired to a life of criminality and I wasn’t opposed to some shady dealings either. We used to drink at The Spring Lounge, which is featured in the film, and pick up what odd jobs we could. Ironically enough for two wannabe hoodlums on Mulberry Street we wound up working for a Jewish gangster. That’s a different story though. Stories, really.
Now that I’m older and a solid citizen living in the suburbs I enjoy the film immensely. It brings back some great memories. Noticing that it was on last night I stayed up well past my bedtime to watch it and I noticed something for the first time that bothered me no end. Mickey’s character, Paulie, refers to the safecracker as being “stunatz”. That’s wrong; it’s not a word. You refer to someone who is a little dense as “stunad”. If you have empty pockets you say you have “ungotz”. Knowing Mickey a little bit I’m sure he did his research and hung out in the neighborhood, and I’m sure he heard the words and accidentally conflated them. It’s a little thing but it drove me nuts and I’m going to hate hearing him say it every time I watch the movie.
Whenever I’m purchasing something on a website I get to that point where there’s a pulldown menu where you have to select your state. Every time this happens I think that New York should be first on the list. The rest can remain alphabetized but NYC is the biggest city in the country and the most important, why should we have to scroll down to find ourselves? I realize how supremely douchey that is but I can’t help think it every single time.
Oh yeah, I bought the traditional brown topsiders. Almost pulled the trigger on the ombre but realized at the last minute that they are cloth, not dyed leather.
We were reading a mommyblog about finger foods for babies and it suggested frozen bagels. She was trying to wrap her head around why one would freeze bagel pieces before feeding them to a child. Had to explain to her that fresh, good bagels are not readily available everywhere and that frozen bagels (aka Lenders) are often the only option. She was completely horrified.
I do, increasingly. I have born witness to the corporate takeover of manhattan and I hate what has become of the city I chose; the city that chose me. Yes, sure, change is a given in a dynamic place but this goes well beyond that. This is the takeover of a once unruly and fiercely independent city. New York was traditionally known as a place so competitive, expensive and impenetrable that national chains steered clear. The Disneyfication of Times Square was the key. Once that flew the floodgates were open and now the third generation Jewish bakery on the corner is a cinnabon. I mourn this city, but at the same time I find succor in it’s nooks and crannies.
That’s all a roundabout way of pimping my photo blog, one shot I took somewhere I’ve been. I try to get around.