The Many Doors of Dickies Honeymoon Premiere

Mad Max has nothing on the fury road hellscape that is Los Angeles traffic at 5:00pm. Especially when your escaping the day job to attend one of the most anticipated premieres, Dickies’ Honeymoon. But after zipping through the streets and “calmly” explaining to a fellow motorist how to properly drive his vehicle, I arrived at the Montalbán Theatre in Hollywood.

Only to be denied entrance for not being on the correct list. C’est la vie and fuck me, I guess.

So I killed the two hours with friends in a nearby bar that appeared to only play the same three TikTok trending songs. But at least we were received a free drink from the bartender, who overheard our tales of woe.

Hustling back to the theater, the VIP screening was just letting out, where one could spot a who’s who of the skate community.

My second attempt at the door occurred when I was told that the “red bands” were not yet allowed in. Luckily, with my friends already inside, I only had to wait a short minute before I heard a slight, “Psst Psst,” coming from the door, as security waved me over.

Giving him a slight salute and greeting, he replied with a snide, “Yeah just get the hell in.” Later I was told my crew stood there and mocked the guard until he gave in.

With time to kill before the screening we decided to explore the chic, yet free and easy setting, that clashed against the security team intensity we had just experienced. An external spiral staircase led us to the rooftop bar where we were denied and sentenced to the stairwell. As we chilled, pro skater and actor Fabian Alomar approached us to ask if smoking was allowed on the roof.

“We weren’t allowed up,” I told him. “We didn’t have the right bands on.”

Fabian Alomar looked at us and blurted out, “WHAT!? Fuck that, come on!”

Hesitant at first, we quickly scurried after him, only to just miss him as he slipped inside, assumingly with whoever managed to be behind him at the time. A great guy nonetheless for his effort.

As the screening approached we jetted back downstairs, watching a slideshow of photos until the team graced us with a short introduction of thanks and praise.

And then we were off.

So not to spoil anything yet for you readers, all I’ll say is Honeymoon was just what we hoped for. The overall construction was fantastic, from music, to editing, to tricks of choice. In a world where videos are constantly thrust into the tangled web of the internet, it’s refreshing to see the continued dedication in the artwork of creating a fine video.

And of course, the skating.

Knox’s and Henry’s insane adaptability made them look as if they can conquer any surrounding. Alvarez’s intensity practically lifted every audience member out their chair. An fear-rattling roar rose up from every generation in the audience as Guy hit the screen, with moves that again solidified his name being stitched into the fabrics of skateboard history. And of course the much-anticipated Jamie Foy part kept us clapping the whole way through. Everyone on the roster came correct, which makes it difficult to choose a favorite amongst the bunch.

When it was over, it felt as though the whole night got a second wind. Bodies lingered around the lobby as beers were chugged and buzz flooded out into the streets. One man suddenly flung himself to the ground, jittering on the ground for some unknown reason. This prompted security to finally give up on us and booted everyone to the exits before bolting the locks and watched the chaos from the glass doors as if they were viewing a zoo.