Friday, January 8, 2010
Why Can't We Be Friends?: An Open Letter to Jeremy Sisto
So I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. Last week, I posted a review of the excellent 2002 cult horror May, in which you play a pivotal role and meet a very, um, choppy fate. In said review, I devoted a sidebar to your effective portrayal of bipolar sister-lovin' Billy Chenowith on the seminal series Six Feet Under--a portrayal so effective that it's sometimes hard for me to watch your other work (which is varied and consistent, the Holy Grail for actors) without thinking of Billy.
Backwards as it sounds, I meant it as a compliment.
In the comments, someone posted a tidbit about you that they believed to be true. Without doing my homework, I went along with it. Naturally, you were upset, and I apologized.
I then did a little research on you (as maybe I should have done before replying to the comment). I found out that not only are you a former Chicago resident, but you attended the lovely Francis W. Parker School. In my day job, I've not only worked with the school itself but some of its alums and parents, and they're all delightful people. I have no reason to believe you aren't the same.
I have to admit, I wasn't sure if it was really you posting at first. So I did some more research, and I found out that not only do you friend your fans on Facebook (which not every celebrity does), you also respond to them via Twitter (which not every celebrity does). That's really nice. You seem intent on giving props to people who like your work, and I respect that a lot. As for me, I'm really excited to have the subject of one of my posts track it down and comment, as this has only happened once before.
Because of this, I am thinking it was really you commenting on my last post. Did you know that my May review got the most comments out of any of my posts, ever? Thanks, dude!
In the commenter's defense, she is a personal friend of mine and is not the type to stir up trouble. As you know, the Internet is a place where rumors fly and people are easily misled.
In my defense, I'm a nerd for proper spelling and grammar. A complete and total NERD. I've been taken to task for it, trust me.
So Jeremy, I extend an olive branch, which if your latest comment is to be believed, you are "considering." Consider this, dude: I think you are cool for calling me out, and there are no hard feelings on my end. I hope you keep reading this blog, because I've been told I'm kinda funny.
Roll with me, homey!
Your (hopefully) friend,
The Unprofessional Critic
P.S. I really dig Waitress. Also Clueless. Will probably write about them at some point.