I WROTE A short rumination on the review in the NY Times on the release of the DVD of Twitch City, a show that I didn't enjoy as much as I really, really wanted to.
Don McKellar weighed in, and in the end I think in the end we came to somewhere sweet and accomodating. Seriously. Read it and tell me you don't get the goosebumps.
I'm not gonna excerpt this one, because my thoughts weren't really anything special. The gelt comes in the comments.
Interesting coda, too. One night recently, I'm at the Paddock, as is my wont. I'm talking to John Doyle, who frequents the place too, and McKellar comes over. I congratulate him on Blindness getting into Cannes (it had just been announced that day,) and he basically just blinks, and turns away and has a conversation with Doyle for five minutes while I sit there like Mr. Bump on a log. Seriously, folks, it's glamorous being a writer.
Okay, okay, before I cause more trouble, I know, I know, it wasn't about me. I mean, I hear he's like that. He probably didn't know who the hell I was. I mean, I just got back from the airport right now, and weird thing, true story, I ran into one of my sister's best friends and I KNOW her and I didn't recognize her, so, you know...Whatever.
But you don't know how Daddy cries.
McGrath vs. McKellar: and the winner, my friend, is JESUS:
Twitch City in The Times.
