Today's New York Times review of my film, We Pedal Uphill, feels like a gift. Jeannette Catsoulis was the first critic who seemed to actually understand what I was going for in making this film. Furthermore, she actually paid enough attention to notice some of the more subtle details others may have missed in their rush to judgment. So, today, I am grateful and feel very very lucky.
Every work of art is by definition flawed. Nothing we make is perfect. The fact that one person's opinion can mean the difference between a lasting life and a sudden death still strikes me as not only unfair but quite strange and perplexing. Today I was lucky enough to dodge the bullet of a slam in the Times. But these moments are ephemeral and the most we can hope to do is slow down just enough to actually let in a little joy.
Thank you, Ms. Catsoulis. Though I've never met you, you're now on my "happy/love" list. If you were on Facebook, I'd "friend" you in a heartbeat.
