Todd Terwilliger

For the past few weeks, I’ve exchanged my morning subway ride to work with a walking commute. Even though the time spent in transit has not changed overmuch (on average walking takes me ten to twenty minutes longer), the experience is a completely different animal. Without having to worry about practical matters such as jockeying for subway car position or perfecting proper platform placement for an incoming train, my mind can wander to more esoteric planes, asking questions like, for example, why is that woman screaming in the middle of the street?

If a Viking takes a dump in the woods, does he make sound? Yes, yes he does. How do I know this? Because I made the mistake of seeing Severed Ways at the Angelika Film Center on Saturday.

I don’t talk much about where I spend my days beyond that I am somewhere doing something. It will, for the moment at least, remain nameless. I will say however that it has gained a reputation over the past few months on par with the Death Star, minus the planet-busting capabilities but with the same budgetary concerns. I say all of this to prepare you for what I could not have been prepared to see this morning.