Man. Just realized I missed Maxwell's Ode to the Man Who Kneels. Had an actor friend who saw it and said it was the worst, most ass-clenching experience he's had in the theater in memory. Made me want to see it even more.
I'm an unabashed fan. His House is still the best thing I ever sat in front of. He did Boxing 2000 at the Theatorium back when. Many, many stories I could tell and will if you buy me some drinks.
What I need is a personal secretary. Besides the cat. Someone to tell me where I'm going and when and whether or not I should wear a hat.
Goddamn it. Now I'll have to go to the Netherlands or somewhere to see it.