In NY or L.A., an opportunity to hang with a hip director, watch his personal prints, and drink beer for 10 bucks a movie would be sold out - with plenty of prospective starlets and desperate screenwriters attempting ambushes. Not in Austin. Last year we were problem-free getting into the Alamo Drafthouse. More film society than "society," no one in the crowd needed to fret about what to wear. There was no way anyone there could do any worse than the host! The annual event occurs whenever Mr. T takes a holiday in our fair town.
