Palin was a bit soft-spoken (probably a bit talked out from the Harvard Bookstore event; he eschewed the use of a microphone, but nobody had the disrespect to holler "SPEAK UP!") but genuinely nice and sincerely funny when introducing the film. He didn't have a QA session as Bruce Campbell did before Bubba Ho-Tep, but it was nice to see the man up on stage talking about the group's development and how their "holy grail, if you'll pardon the pun" really was exposure in America. Well, they got the exposure, and nearly forty years later still have a very loving fan base. Mr. Palin got a standing ovation on his entrance, and it was wonderful to watch the seminal sketches of the group with a completely appreciative audience, who all made noises of recognition when familiar sketches were to begin and clapped along to the theme music. (Thankfully there were precious few moments where someone in the audience spoke or sang along with the doings on-screen; that was mostly confined to the Lumberjack Song and, of course, the Dead Parrot sketch.)
The Brattle advertised "special prizes for anyone bringing in a dead (stuffed?) parrot" and there were a few folks toting around their plush stuffed parrots though I'm not really sure what the special prizes were. I didn't have any parrot toys on hand so I brought the next best thing: I wore my Alex the Parrot "30th Hatch Day" t-shirt from the Alex Foundation. Someone in line actually recognized Alex, the African Grey parrot with an amazing intelligence; she told me she'd worked with Dr. Pepperberg at Brandeis for one of her classes. We cheerfully bonded over Alex for a bit, and then I got to explain to Pete and Mink just what was so special about a parrot who could not only identify objects by shape and color, but could also make up his own words ("cork nut" was the name he gave to almonds, one of his favorite treats) and count to six. He also was working on the concept of zero as well, which is incredibly cool for a parrot.
I got home this evening and futzed around a lot in writing, and just a few moments ago finally caught up on my friends list.
Suddenly I feel real low for having worn his shirt as a Dead Parrot substition on the actual day of his death and laughing like mad at John Cleese whomping his deceased avian on the pet shop counter in the film.
Oh, man.
Takes all the fun out of the sketch for me now.
Resquiat in pacem, Alex, the smartest bird who ever lived.