Last night I saw a whole whack of funny shit–but I can’t tell you about it due to the review restrictions placed on Young Triffie and Strangers with Candy. What I can tell you is that it’s pee-your-pants funny just to be in the same room with Mary Walsh and Andrea Martin, who were both in attendance at the Oxford for the opening of Triffie. Walsh did a total take-down of CBC, who sponsored the event, suggesting that they took her “youth and her beauty.” Martin–what is there to say that even touches on that one, other than I’m glad she recovered after a serious infection thanks to tainted contact lenses (apparently there was a recall and a civil suit). After a recent trip to St. Johns I’ve become a converted Newfoundophile and if Triffie‘s Peter Sellers- physical comedy schtick is any indication, I hope we see more feature films from there. But I think the best part was seeing all those amazing women, including producers Barbara Doran and Lynne Wilson, together. The after-party at Niche–not as funny–although it was a lovely event. Not too many party sluts like myself, mostly industry types talking the bid-ness. I skulked around listening to conversations about hedge funds and meeting schedules. Not even any juicy goss’. But I now think that Amy Sedaris is even funnier after a couple of glasses of read wine and a few stuffed mushroom caps.
This article appears in Sep 14-20, 2006.