An Open Letter to Don McKellar
Dear Don McKellar –
When I saw you last night at the Vancouver International Film Festival Opening Gala you gave me the hairy eyeball as you walked by. I realized then that I owe you an apology. I may never get to deliver it in person, so I’m posting it here for everyone to read.
Don, I really admire your work. I first saw you in Roadkill, and I still have the Elvis postcard that Bruce sent me to say thanks to the Ontario Arts Council. I followed you through 32 Short Films about Glenn Gould, Last Night and, now, Blindness. I saw every episode of Twitch City.
Don, we have friends in common through film work and from the old activist network in Toronto. I used to live in Kathedral A and you had a connection with Kathedral B, right?
Don, let me say that I don’t really know why it all happened that way. You were giving a speech at UBC, where I went to film school. My old classmate was organizing it and, because she didn’t have a car, asked me to do her a favour. At the time, I had a really crappy car. My friend knew this. So why she asked me to pick you up at your hotel didn’t make sense to me; why didn’t she just rent a car? It was a really rainy day in November. My car had recently developed a leak in the windshield and when you sat in the passenger seat, on the way to the event, some rain leaked in and dripped on you. And for that, I’m truly sorry.
Don, let me finish by saying that I have a really nice car now. Best of luck with your future endeavours.