POSTED: August 30, 2008 08:08 | By: Carol Borden
So last year, I was way over excited at the chance to see Lau Ching- Wan (Running Out Of Time) star in Mad Detective with both Johnnie To and screenwriter/co-director/Milky Way Productions collaborator Wai Ka-Fai in attendance.
Wai Ka-Fai and Johnnie To at another festival.
The highpoint of the Q & A was Wai Ka-Fai explaining he’d gotten the idea for Mad Detective after seeing the painting Starry Night and wondering what Vincent Van Gogh would be like as a detective.
“Look at this pipe! I would be a fantastic detective!”
I said it last year and I’ll say it again. We are lucky to live in a world where Johnnie To is making movies. We are even luckier to live in a world where he’s working with Wai Ka-Fai and actors like Lau Ching-Wan. But here’s where my regret comes in, all sad-eyes, lowered tail and having a helluva time getting out of bed.
William Wegman’s “Cinderella” represents my regret (and impending madness)
After the screening, I wandered out of the Elgin, pondering how all Johnnie To/Wai Ka-Fai movies could be so effortlessly good. As my friends and I came out a side exit, there was a black SUV with the passenger side window rolled down. Leaning out of the window was Johnnie To, signing autographs for a few fans.
And I just walked by. I had a notebook. I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t tell him how much I enjoy his films. But I walked by and I still couldn’t say why. It’s the kind of thing that would the be the crux of a chilling psychological portrait. But the important part is: Don’t be like me. Doomed to wander the earth, alone, empty notebook in hand.
regret. pain. doom.