“How is it 2:15 a.m.?” a flabbergasted Elizabeth Olsen asked nobody in particular at the after party for her film “Martha Marcy May Marlene” on Tuesday night. Her icy-blonde topknot glinted in the red light cast from the gargantuan Empire Hotel’s rooftop sign, and the ruffled skirt of her black sleeveless Alexander McQueen dress was soon hidden under a Chloé coat. The sheer panels on the skirt had done nothing against the brisk fall feeling that had crept into the early morning air, she explained. And she was tired.
“It’s been a long night, but I didn’t think it had been that long,” she laughed.
Olsen had traded her McQueen heels for a pair of chestnut brown loafers, noting, “I don’t think anyone’s looking at my feet now, anyway.” Her older sisters, Mary-Kate and Ashley, on hand as support, had slipped away in the fracas as bouncers attempted to herd partygoers off the rooftop terrace, toward the elevators and on to their respective next stops: Matt Kliegman and Carlos Quirarte’s not-strip club The Westway for some (Kliegman and Quirarte had been at the party and film), home for others.
John Hawkes, whose performance in the film as charismatic cult leader has already garnered Oscar buzz, grinned at his co-star.
“Funny how that happens, Lizzie, isn’t it?” he quipped, and kissed her cheek good night.
It certainly felt earlier than the wee hours of the morning — in the fashion of the events at this year’s New York City Film Festival, the premiere (which had sold out Alice Tully Hall) had begun at 9:15. Michael Moore, Maggie Betts, Jake Gyllenhaal and Parker Posey were in the audience as were some of the film’s stars, including Christopher Abbott, Hugh Dancy and Julia Garner.
It felt like a homecoming for some.
“I think the last time I was here I was in the eighth grade skateboarding off the steps and running from the police,” director Sean Durkin mused at the premiere. “Some of my friends from that incident are here tonight, actually. But none of this would be possible without my family, and my friends now.”
Durkin’s directing and producing partner, Antonio Campos, grappled him into a tight embrace as his mother clasped her hand over her heart.
Brady Corbet, who plays a violent cult member in the film, brought his mother, Mary, as his date. Besieged all evening by friends and well-wishers who congratulated her on her son’s performance, she stayed until the party’s finish.
“Oh, it’s old friends and new friends, and a lovely night. I’m so proud of all of them,” she enthused en route to the elevator.
Would she be accompanying her son to The Westway for the after-after party?
“No. Not because it’s wild or anything, it’s late,” she said. “I’ve seen Brady do some crazy things in his films, I mean, you can’t shock me, but I’m off to bed.”