NEW YORK -- Tony Danza made a late appearance after a night at the theater. Shosh and Jessa (OK, Zosia Mamet and Jemima Kirke) breezed through the penthouse after-party with their male dates. Patrick Stewart and Kathleen Turner dropped in, sans mention of Jean-Luc Picard and Peggy Sue. And Debbie Harry walked up to the director to tell him what a fan she was, though she didn't tell him to call her.
And those were only the second-most surreal things to happen at the premiere this week for Danny Boyle's genre masher "Trance.”
The most strangeness, of course, came on the screen as, in true pot-Boyler fashion, bloodied half-heads competed with parallel realities, and a sense that something was happening gave way to the sense that something was not happening at all, or that it may have happened before, or that one day it will happen but hadn't happened yet.
"I apologize," Boyle said, "that this isn't a life-affirming film like '127 Hours.' "
The basic plot of "Trance," which opens Friday in the U.S. courtesy of Fox Searchlight, revolves around an art heist gone wrong. James McAvoy plays a young auction house guard who helps Vincent Cassel’s character steal a Goya masterpiece but then forgets where he puts it. Enter Rosario Dawson, a hypnotist who’s ostensibly there to help him find the painting, but gets caught up in both a love triangle and the dream-like shenanigans. Basically, it’s the shadowy machinations of a con-man movie with the head-spinning qualities of David Lynch, in which it’s not clear which thread is real and which isn’t.