By Missy Schwartz
Updated July 30, 2020 at 02:07 PM EDT

With just one more day to go at Tribeca 2009, Adam Markovitz and I chat about what we’ve seen around town.

MISSY SCHWARTZ: Hello there, Adam. Here we are, already approaching the finish line of Tribeca 2009. Since we last spoke, I saw The Eclipse, a solid Irish drama (with some very scary horror elements) starring Ciarán Hinds (HBO’s Rome), Aidan Quinn and Iben Hjejle (the pretty Danish actress from High Fidelity). Hinds took the fest’s Best Actor prize, and the movie is likely to get picked up for theatrical distribution. So…hurray for it! I also chatted with Eric Bana about his documentary Love the Beast, and on Wednesday night, I caught the premiere of Bon Jovi: When We Were Beautiful, a doc chronicling the band’s most recent tour. Who was there, you wonder? Well, I’ll tell you. All four members of the group, plus what seemed like the entire female population of New Jersey. There were times when I feared that the crowd of ladies seated to my right were going to go into cardiac arrest, so excited were they to catch a glimpse of the Jersey boys making their way to their seats just as the lights dimmed. And the first time Jon Bon Jovi treated the audience to a shot of his bare chest — there’s a scene where he changes out of his sweaty shirt after a concert — the squealing was deafening, Adam. Deafening!

ADAM MARKOVITZ: Yikes. Well, speaking of rockers, I got the chance to watch a movie last night alongside two legendary ones: Sting and David Bowie. They were there to support Bowie’s son, Duncan Jones, who was presenting the New York premiere of his directorial debut, Moon (out June 12, check out EW’s summer preview item here). And even though she’s not a rock star, Sarah Jessica Parker certainly caused a flashbulb frenzy at the premiere of Wonderful World, a low-key drama that features a sad-and-sweet turn by her hubby, Matthew Broderick. SJP was every bit the doting wife — petting Broderick’s hair on the red carpet, clapping loudly when he took the stage for a Q&A after the screening, and cuddling at the after party in a West Village bar. (In retrospect, maybe they were buzzing with anticipation about the big announcement they’d make the very next day.) Both events were a great mix of A-List talent and indie spirit, which is exactly what the film festival nails year after year.

MISSY: Indeedy. Very cool you got to watch Papa Bowie cheer on his son. It sounds like we both dug Moon, which I saw last week. I have to say, I’ve been pretty impressed with the crop of flicks I’ve seen this year. I’m just disappointed that I won’t be able to catch a screening of the film about kid go-carters, Racing Dreams, which generated good buzz and ended up snagging the Best Documentary prize. In any case, tomorrow night I’ll be heading to the closing night movie, My Life in Ruins, starring Nia Vardalos and Rachel Dratch (woot!). And with that, my fest will be over. Anything else you’ve seen that you wanna share with the P-Dubs?

ADAM: Well, I’ll be interested to see how critics and audiences react to Steven Soderbergh’s The Girlfriend Experience when it comes out later this month. It’s an icy, puzzling look at the world of high-class escorts, featuring a poker-face performance from real-life porn star Sasha Grey. Both the filmmaker and the star were there for the world premiere earlier this week, and debates about the movie — clever or confusing? stylish or superficial? — carried on among viewers well after the credits rolled. But I have to say, my favorite pic so far has been City Island, a family dramedy with Andy Garcia and Julianna Margulies that had everyone in my theater in stitches. It was a lot fun, just the kind of unexpected surprise that you hope to catch in a fest like this. As far as I know, the movie doesn’t have a distributor yet, but I hope that changes soon. I’m going to try to catch a few more things before the fest wraps up tomorrow — Barry Levinson’s Polliwood and Kirby Dick’s Outrage are both on my to-see list — but then it’ll be time for a little post-fest R&R. Until next year…