After a muddled day of screenings, interviews and NAICA members starting their periods, we were headed out of the Yarrow when who should we run into but Crispin Glover. Actually this was not a new experience for us since we had seen Crispin 8,023 times prior at the very same venue. This time we thought we would try to greet him, mainly because I (renee) promised my boss I would get a picture with someone famous for my company’s weekly newsletter, the One Voice. (Quality publication by the way.)

“Crispin!” We shouted. Initially he didn’t turn around, and we were afraid that maybe we had mistaken some other unorthodoxically attractive man with a rolling briefcase and boyish haircut for him. His friend walking beside him turned around and said, “You want to talk to Crispin?” Er, yes, we did want to talk to Crispin.

He was eccentrically nice (not sure what that means exactly) and after introducing myself, I mentioned we’d like to briefly talk with him, a.k.a. get my picture taken with him for the One Voice. He said oh, you’ll want to talk to So-and-So, she’s my publicist and handles all that. He smiled warmly and walked away.

Not really wanting to admit that I only wanted my picture with him, I said “Yes…of course.” We then went over to meet So-and-So, the publicist. She was a small brunette with a trendy fleece vest and a fierce cough. Her mouth was full of granola bar the entire time she talked to us and she seemed a little frazzled.

Somehow we got to the subject of screener copies and mentioned that we hadn’t had the opportunity to see “It is Fine!” Crispin’s second incarnation in his collaborative film trilogy “It.”

So-and-So the Publicist stared at us blankly, coughed and said, “Crispin never gives out screening copies. Crispin likes to be interviewed by journalists who have seen his film.” She then said it might be possible for us to speak with him after a screening of the film tomorrow night.

I nodded intelligently, hoping she wouldn’t see my “I-just-wanted-my-picture-with-him-for-the-One-Voice” look.

“Yes, of course!” I said, quite cleverly. The only thing left to do was hand her our business card , which I did. She again stared blankly, this time at the indian on the back of the card. Then she looked up at me.

“I have to go this way now,” she said, and pointed towards the exit.

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P.S. We also met Crispin’s co-director and cinematographer, a lovely man by the name of David who winked at us after So-and-So, the frazzled publicist had excused herself. “We’ll talk to to anyone” he said.

Thanks David. So will we.