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I never got to meet Sam Neill, but I thought of him as a neighbor for a very specific reason: like me, he had sat in the front row to watch a movie at the Eglinton Theatre. There he is as cynical insurance investigator turned wild-eyed paranoiac John Trent at the end of In the Mouth of Madness (1994), cheerfully chowing down on some popcorn as he enjoys a 35mm print of what will seemingly be the last movie ever screened, in Toronto or anywhere else. Screenshots from that John Carpenter sequence kept popping up on my timeline in the hours following Neill’s death […]
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