Several years ago, John C. Reilly was a juror in the Festival. From how he seems on his movies, I thought he was going to be super nice and fun. I kept missing him the entire festival, but then at the Closing Party I saw him in the lobby.
When I approached him for a picture, he grumbled and said, "Fine, but you're the last picture I'll be taking today!" Um, OK. Every time I see the picture I think about how unwilling he was to take it (but at the same time, at least he took the picture). Yes, I realize it's not the best or most interesting story, but I have a method to my madness. This is just setting the scene for my next story. :)
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