Ryan McNeil
Note: I’m on the road this weekend, returning to The City That Never Sleeps for the first time in a long time. While I’m away, I’ve put together a small series of posts for you. They won’t be terribly long, but each one is deigned to touch on something I love about New York through the iconic films that have been set there through the years. We begin today with The Eighth Wonder of the World. – RM
How big do you have to be to make a name for yourself in New York? In a city renowned for chewing ego up and spitting it out, just what is required to make an impact?
Perhaps this is the standard one has to aim for – the bravado required. If you’re going to make a true impact, you have to be able to climb to the top of one of the tallest buildings and roar at all comers. You have to channel all of that humanity that seems so teeny behind you; every soul contained in all that steel and concrete. You summon it all, take your stand in a way that makes The Chrysler Building and Queensboro Bridge look miniscule…and dare the city to knock you down.
Even if they do – even when they do – they’ll remember you for taking a stand.
Hell, such a small sliver of this movie is actually set in Manhattan (yeah, I was surprised too). Yet because of the stance it too, it’s as much a part of the New York landscape as The Statue of Liberty.
I am a native New Yorker and I really appreciate this piece. It rings true to what it takes to get noticed – nothing less than seismic shifts. Great post!
Thanks Del – Your city has treated me very well today and my weekend adventure is just beginning!
Check back for more entries like this over the next three days.