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Pee-wee and Me
The film I made about my childhood hero was four years in the making, and it almost broke me.
I complimented him on his home — presumably the real-life inspiration for the playhouse from his children’s show — but he smirked and confessed, “It’s a photo from the internet.” Paul didn’t want me to see where he actually lived. “But I know that you’ll make the film we discussed.” He continued, “I’m sorry that I was so emotional these past few years,” and I responded, “I’m sorry if I did things that upset you.” He said gently, “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Then after a long pause, “I trust you.” I was stunned. At one point, I told Paul, “I don’t think we’d be here if you didn’t have a tiny bit of trust in me.” He shot back, “You’ve made one documentary I liked, out of how many — six?” Other parts were revealing in ways I hadn’t quite understood in the moment.
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