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April 28 • 8:45 AM • 375 Greenwich Street • Tribeca

In downtown Brooklyn on Joralemon Street there stands a dull, white, lonely structure filled with the future lawyers of America. I have a class there beginning in forty-five minutes called Criminal Procedure II. Crime Pro I was such a blast I had to catch the sequel. Instead of attending, I’m sitting alone in a dimly lit, pristinely kept theater with comfortable, clean grey-blue seats. There is a faint buzz emanating from the screen where a grey-blue curtain is drawn shut. I am in the third row, center, like I said, alone – about to see a Swedish film.

The 1 and 9 trains run to Franklin Street in the heart of the neighborhood coined Tribeca (for the out of towners: the abbreviation stands for Triangle Below Canal). It is the kind of neighborhood where you assume just by looking around that everyone is hipper and doing more interesting things with their lives than you are. All thick-rimmed spectacles and fat knotted ties and corduroy vests and apartments that don’t have buffets or curios or untouched Rambams – just chairs and tables and clever books used as chairs and tables.

The kind of spare, elegant, wide-open, creatively structured place where cobblestone makes sense and you may even embrace the fishy smell occasionally wafting in off the Hudson River. Where the buildings are old, ornate yet modest, and you feel like you are somewhere fresh, just beginning – somewhere growing, flourishing. The young and the young at heart glide down the pavement with cell phones gripped tight and bright t-shirts with bold logos gripping even tighter. Everyone looks like Arye Dworken of New York Magazine fame, although I didn’t see any bathrobes. It is the type of place where you may see a sleepy eyed Roger Rees sipping coffee in a diner and not only know who I’m talking about, but know and not care.

For me, the 2003 2^nd Annual Tribeca Film Festival begins here.

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