Watching this movie made me sad, to be honest. Not for any reason attached to the film, its stars or its story, but rather for the window into a past New York City that I remember but that just isn’t there anymore. Set autobiographically in the early 1980s post-punk splendor that was the dirty, sinful, dangerous and irresistible Lower East Side of New York City, Downtown 81 (directed by Edo Betoglio, writtenproduced by Glenn O’Brien) tells the story of superstar artist Jean-Michel Basquiat, and his 24 hour quest for $422.60.
The film starts with Jean-Michel Basquiat coming to in a hospital, following some kind of accident/injury/disease. We never find out, but its not really germane to the story...
Ryk McIntyre is a Multi-Hyphen sort of person. Poet, critic, performer, workshop facilitator and co-host at both GotPoetry! Live (Providence) and Cantab Lounge (Cambridge,MA). He's been living in RI for the past 6 years, with his wife and daughter. Ryk has performed his work at Boston's ICA, NYC's New School, Portsmouth, NH's Music Hall and Lollapalooza, to name just a few. He has toured the US, performing in countless Poetry open mics and festivals. He turned down Allen Ginsburg once.

















