were two private screenings at ArcLight Hollywood on Thursday night, one for "The
Hours," one for the upcoming "BachelorMan," but there was only
one line snaking through the courtyard of the shiny new complex. "This line
is for 'The Hours' only," said a handsome young man with an ArcLight dog
tag around his neck as he moved along handing out discount parking stickers. "Is
everyone in line here for 'The Hours'?"
In a way, it was a moot
question. One look at the queue and you knew these were not the sort of folks
who were going to turn out for a film called "BachelorMan."
The median age was perhaps 50, there were a lot of really good coats and handbags,
much Coach and original Burberry, a few Liberty-type scarves. There were many
clusters and pairs of women, some holding copies of the novel from which the film
A pair of twentysomething guys approached the end of the line.
"Are you here for 'The Hours'?" the theater official asked. They shook
their heads vehemently, looked a little frightened. "BachelorMan," they
said in unison.
Mary McNamara, The Los
Angeles Times, January 11, 2003