kinds of kindness nyc
So, everyone’s been whispering about this “Kinds of Kindness” thing in NYC, right? Like it’s the next big underground hit or something. And me, I’m one of those people, if I hear a buzz, I gotta check it out. So I told myself, alright, let’s dive in and see what this whole “Kinds of Kindness” in New York is actually about. My own little project, you could say.
First thing, just figuring out what it was took some serious work. Some folks said movie, others whispered about a super exclusive play. Info was scattered all over, like breadcrumbs, and half of them led nowhere. Typical NYC, always gotta make things a bit of a treasure hunt. You’d think if something’s got hype, they’d make it easy to find. Nope. Not this time.
The Great Ticket Scramble
Okay, so I finally pinned it down – mostly film screenings, but in those tiny, artsy theaters you only find if you’re really looking. Not your comfy stadium seating, that’s for sure. Then came the real headache: tickets. Man, oh man.
- First place I checked online? Sold out. Instantly. Like, did they even have tickets to begin with?
- Tried another spot, this one in some far-flung corner of Brooklyn. Their website looked like it was built when dial-up was cool. Kept crashing. I swear, I spent a whole afternoon just trying to get that page to load.
- Then I found one with actual, available seats! Victory, right? Wrong. The showtimes were nuts. Think 2:00 PM on a Tuesday. Who even does that? People gotta work, you know?
I was seriously close to just throwing in the towel. Seemed like the city was actively trying to stop me from seeing this thing. It was turning into more of a hassle than a fun outing. But then, a buddy of mine tipped me off about this small arts collective doing a one-off viewing. Sounded a bit more promising, less of the official runaround.
So, I decided to give it one last shot. Traveled to this place, way off my usual path, which was an adventure in itself. The venue wasn’t fancy. Looked more like someone’s big apartment they’d cleared out, filled with random chairs. They were selling homemade cookies. It had a vibe, though. A real, honest vibe, not like those polished, sterile places.
And here’s a funny thing about “kinds of kindness.” On my way there, totally lost, I stopped a random person for directions. Expected the usual New York brush-off, or maybe a vague point in some direction. But this lady, she was super patient. Actually walked with me for a block just to make sure I got to the right street. Blew my mind. Maybe that was the real “kindness” part of the day.
The screening itself? It was… interesting. Some parts were brilliant, others just plain confusing. You know how art films can be. But sitting there, in that little makeshift theater, with people who’d also gone through some effort to be there, it felt different. More communal. People were actually chatting before it started, not just staring at their phones.
So, what’s the takeaway from my little “Kinds of Kindness NYC” adventure? Well, I did see the thing I set out to see. But honestly, the whole crazy journey to get there – the annoying websites, the weird showtimes, getting lost, then that unexpected helpful stranger, and the quirky little venue – that was the main event for me. It was less about the film and more about the wild, sometimes frustrating, sometimes surprisingly sweet experience of chasing something down in this city. New York’s a beast, but sometimes, it shows you little bits of good, right when you least expect it. That’s my practice record for you.
