Last Sunday I went to the IFC Center to see Mike Birbiglia’s movie based on his one-man show. I was psyched to see it because I heard some parts of his show on “This American Life” and I wanted to see how it was adapted for the big screen.
For those who have seen the theatrical version or read the book there aren’t any spoilers; however, despite having heard a version of this story I was still able to enjoy it like it was my first time. Mike does a great job portraying a younger version of himself and there were some great cameos by Marc Maron, Wyatt Cenac, Jessi Klein and others.
It’s a wonderful story of life, career ambition, a couple’s life taking divergent paths and of admitting you have a problem and how to deal with it. Right now this little film is playing in selected theaters. I highly recommend that you check out the movie’s site to see where it is playing near you and if it isn’t you should make some noise and demand that they make room on the marquee for “Sleepwalk With Me.”
Also check out the video clips below if you’re still not convinced to see this movie.
This is Mike and Ira peddling to audiences to see their movie:
This is Joss Whedon protesting the movie
Mike and Ira counter rebutt:
Are you still here, what are you waiting for? Go see the movie already! 🙂
I was listening to back episodes of “This American Life” and I came across a story of somebody trying to commit suicide. This story got me thinking. Never in my darkest moments did I ever want to kill myself. The closest I came to that notion was wishing that there was a magic reset button so I could start my life over with a clean slate.
This made me look into myself a little more to find out why. The person in that episode felt utterly miserable and saw no reason to continue living a sad existence. Being an atheist I know there is no afterlife. I also have no impulse to procreate and continue the legacy of my DNA. I have no real ambition for greatness nor am I living a life of glamor. Yet despite these factors I don’t see suicide as a viable option. My life is pretty devoid of any meaning or grand vision. Yet I want to continue experiencing my mundane existence for as long as I can.
There is so much TV to watch, so many books to read, so many podcasts, audiobooks and music to listen to, so much comedy to experience and so many precious moments with my wife to foresee. I value the ordinary dullness of my life despite its lackluster. I have bad days like anyone else but eventually they go away.
It’s not even leaving those behind that might guilt me into staying alive. I just don’t want to miss any of my existence. Which isn’t to say that I want immortality or that long a life. I can’t imagine living past my 80’s with all the ailments that entails. I’ve embraced my mortality and don’t fear it. And I don’t think I’ll leave this earth with any real regrets. But I also don’t feel inclined to shorten my existence. It’ll come when it comes.