For those of you who’ve been wondering, like me, why the hell Kinky’s sticking with this thing, the Kinkster himself explained it last night with his incredible TV ad. Last week, I came up with the theory, based on personal experience, that no self-respecting writer would ever opt for the weak ending when he know he’s got a great one in him. Every editor (not to mention agent) would call him out:
Why the fuck did you end the story two weeks after the funeral when you could have delivered the funniest concession speech in the history of the Lone Star State? Not only would it serve the narrative, it’d turn the doc into box office gold. (Hey, will those guys really be able to have it ready in time for Sundance? Otherwise, the people at SXSW would kill to have the world premiere. Let me know–the marketing people are breathing down my neck here.)
But this is mere speculation, wishful thinking, based on writing way too many crappy short stories that went nowhere (yes, both literally and metaphorically).
Last night, the Kinkster spoke, calling on all of us to vote for him. And since it appears that he’s running for Lone Star Dog-Catcher Cowboy-in-Charge instead of Governor these days, he may have just secured my vote (if I hadn’t already enjoyed an early voting junket over at Fiesta Tuesday afternoon).
You have to hand it to Kinky–he really loves dogs.
Promise to find the ad on YouTube–but will linking to it only make the Dog Whisperer seem more powerful on the next Zogby-interactive-drive-me-fucking-crazy poll?
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