We’re getting very close now to the opening of the fest and I do feel a little like a soldier in the trench waiting for Kirk Douglas to start blowing his whistle. Paths of Glory, now there’s a movie. But I digress.
I really don’t know what I’m in for. I have a VIP pass but there is still every possibility I’ll be tossed out of the Opening Gala film for walking in with a camcorder. And things will be moving fast. From the theatre to Parkside for the mingling.
Last year, without any official sanction, I cornered Don McKeller and asked him when Twitch City was coming back on the air. He was cool. But I heard he disappeared shortly after. I may have scared him off.
I have a short list of celebrities I may have some access to. Now I’m scrambling to learn something about them. Aw, screw it. I’m not Dick Cavett here. I won’t be doing a 60 minute talk show. Of course neither will Conan O’Brien. But I digress.
Then there’s Kris Kristofferson. He could be as elusive as the white whale. If it happens, it happens. Hey, I don’t need it. I met Crispin Glover. That’s a whole other story.
Anyway, if you see me hanging out with a camcorder, come by and tell me how the fest is working for you, or not. You could be on this page by the night of the following day.
