Friday night I exhibited classic signs of a supremely jaded New Yorker. I whined to poor Jonah, "I'm just boooored. I want to eat a type of food I've never eaten before and I want to see a movie I've never heard of befoooore".

Sweet Jonah asked me to leave the night up to him and he surprised me by taking me to Brothers Bar-B-Cue for yummy southern food (Tabletop items: spare ribs, pulled pork, collard greens, mashed potatoes and corn) which I hadn't had since visiting Cameron in Atlanta two summers ago and then we caught the midnight showing (technically 12:30 am) of a movie that's been out for a while now but that I hadn't but should have heard of considering how much I love old Hollywood stuff - The Last Mogul...in Times Square - a square that's hard to spend time in. I tried to stay up by gulping a large coke (Jonah's a relentless night person)...I sipped, nodded off, sipped, snored however I do know that I enjoyed the movie.

The doc started out with a voice over that said Lew Wasserman never allowed interviews nor having pictures or film taken of him and he never left anything written down so I thought ok so this'll be a 5 minute documentary! In fact it was a 103 minute documentary containing interesting people talking about Lew's life and their relationship to him and in fact there were a few little pieces of Lew - caught on camera!

Best line in film: Dress British, Think Yiddish.

And of course, the glasses, the glasses, THE GLASSES!! needed one (or three) more shout outs.