A Letter to an Uncle
Hi, Honey. Can you believe it's been half a year? I wonder how you are: You, B, all your grandkiddos, all your summer shenanigans. I need you to do something, please.: take B out to see Joss Whedon's movie Much Ado About Nothing. (Whedon's the bloke who wrote and directed The Avengers. He's a huge favorite director of mine. Shot it in black & white, in two weeks with friends/actors from other projects, at his own CA house.) Roberta & I had been waiting for it since it was a rumor and now that it's here and I've seen it, I have such an ache to talk to her about it. Plus: the actors don't hold back on the physical comedy. (Yeah, yeah: Shakespeare... Blah...blah. Call us the pretentious twits again, but the first ten minutes is always Greek until your brain clicks into the language. It's not you, Pal; everyone needs that ten minutes.) I'll not put you through a long stupid conversation about it, but I want some other part of the