Inside Frank’s office, the interview filming has started.
I’m not sure if I’m happy or sad that the giant, big-gestured Penn and the fast-fingered Teller aren’t here in person to ask Frank their emailed questions. (They’re in Las Vegas somewhere, appearing nightly in “an edgy mix of comedy and magic involving knives, guns, fire, a gorilla and a showgirl.” The MIT physics group could absorb all those elements with easy savoir faire–except for the fire, which would set off our overhead sprinklers.
Meanwhile, I noticed on the Penn and Teller Showtime webpage for “Talking to the Dead” that the “experts” are shown all together with links to their homepages. That is, the “Your mother is speaking with my voice” medium (Penn called her, if I remember this right, a “pigdog”) is on just the same basis as the respectfully photographed debunking psychologist…
Meanwhile, I am so tempted to stand outside Frank’s closed door and make a very soft and ghostly “Whoooooooooo”….