Monday, April 25, 2005

At dinner on Friday, I was able to hang out with my friend James Bond who is the projectionist for the Overlooked festival. Many do not hesitate to call him the best in the world. It was funny because we were sitting at a table with some visitors who just happened to be talking about James and how much they would like to meet him. One lady was just gushing over him not knowing all along that the mystery man was right in front of her. Had he not tuned her in so quickly to the irony of her outspoken praise, I would have loved to have toyed with the conversation. “Oh, you don’t want to meet James Bond. I hear he’s really weird. He has all these scars on his face and he almost never comes out of the booth. In fact, in Chicago, he actually lives in an old projection booth. The people in his neighborhood call him the phantom of the cinema . . .” It could have gone on forever. Of course, none of these things are true, and no sooner than Bond revealed himself to his fans did he become just as much a star as any of the celebrities here at the festival. Nonetheless, it only embarrasses him. He is extremely modest.

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