It seems Ezra Miller is intent on utterly destroying our capacity to go out and enjoy ourselves—simply to be happy, to laugh, and other various joyful et cetera. After imperiling our good fun the previous night with his turn in Sam Levinson's Another Happy Day, wherein he reminded us that, yes, we have an unfulfilling relationship with our family that at times various and sundry brings us to ever-dizzying forms of self-destruction, he returned on Tuesday evening, again at Sunshine Cinemas, to warn women that their wombs may one day yield the very personification of hatred, breathing and warm and reviling. The screening brought to mind a saying of her grandmother's that Natalia Vodianova recalled in a recent gentlewoman interview: "One day the gamecock will bite you on the head, and then you will understand that there's evil out there." For those not yet bitten, Lynne Ramsay's We Need To Talk About Kevin will be the gamecock. No matter! After having our minds dismantled, we joined cast, crew, and aficionados on the second floor of Hotel Chantelle for wine, champagne, and hors d'oeuvres. The attendees, among them Tilda Swinton, Ezra Miller, Lynne Ramsay, Stefano Tonchi, Waris Ahluwalia, Jennifer Missoni, Julie Taymor, Jaclyn Astier, and Nanette Lepore, were in rare form. Something of the (wonderfully) bizarre permeated the smoking patio. "You look like my friend's son," Lynne Ramsay told a young woman. "You're a beautiful boy." A dapper artist handed "play-buttons" to certain of the guests and told of secret hang-over cures ("brown or indigo cloth—translucent"). It was a fitting cap to a shattering evening, and a welcome return to the finer fables of la Old New York.