The scene in question is actually pretty kickass. The big gathering you saw was the afterparty to a Midnight Ridazz charity toy ride last December, which unsurprisingly included a number (but not even remotely a majority) of fixed riders. This guy seems to have zeroed in on the doofiest hipster doofuses to interview at the ride. That "ultimate consumer" girl is probably scooting around Silverlake now on a tourmaline-encrusted Segway, or whatever people of her ilk are purchasing this week.
So, yes, the movie sucked. People are riding their bikes on the street, in street clothes? Cancel that Guantanamo exposť, boys, we've got some news here!
I'm in it for about half a second. You just see the lower three quarters of my body and my celeste Bianchi. No interview. Had he chosen to interview me, of course, I would have said something polished, smooth, and intelligent, like I always do when I'm drinking beer at a party and someone suddenly sticks a camera in my face.
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