Sweet Ride — Bruce Craven

Enter the fairy-tale of pre-dawn Fifth Avenue, as '90s nightlife ingenue Lilly Lejeune strolls past Tiffany's. Her plan is to live her own best version of the iconic Manhattan film Breakfast at Tiffany's. The actress Audrey Hepburn is Lilly's north star. See Lilly on Avenue A as you muscle up to the packed bar to order a shot of tequila in the smoke-laced neon shadows. Lilly glides from velvet-roped clubs to packed, sweaty dives, comforted by her fashion choices, her dirty martinis, the story of her glamorous rebellion, and the arrangements she has with men to support her independence. But despite Lilly's nostalgia, this is the '90s, and the grungy, heroin-chic, pre-gentrified NYC isn't filmed in 1961's Eastman color-film stock. In this world, the extras are cloaked in hoodies as pagers beep and votive candles flicker. This is a decade when famous models search out private spots to shoot pool, cigarettes clenched in their teeth as the jukebox clicks to Alice in Chains' Man in the Box. Time for one more round? Hell, yeah! Because no one leaves the East Village until night fades into the searing flames of day. Much like Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany's, Lilly, her new writer friend upstairs, George Nichols, and her dive-bar locals have a choice: hide in the neon or wake up and face the day. Join them on the streets of Manhattan and see how they face the journey of this Sweet Ride.