You know I have been struggling with formulating a coherent thought about McGoohan ever since I started this blog. And I can't say anything about him that hasn't been said before. I just want to say on this day that this blog was originally created not to prove how silly I am, but how talented McGoohan was. Unfortunately it just didn't work out that way because my silliness is stronger than McGoohan (nevermind whose fault it is).
I would also love to tell him that in my mind, he was anything but mortal. In my mind, he could toll the church bell with a scream, he could ride to hell and back on a rocking horse, he could go to heaven like to an Irish pub, and scowl at a lot of people there. I don't know whether I will still remember him when we finally meet, but there's one thing I'm sure, this blog wouldn't have existed if one day I hadn't suddenly woken up at 3 a.m. and said to myself "What a great actor Patrick McGoohan was!" And he was a lot more than that. He shouldn't have to end up on my silly blog. Given his extraordinary talents, he could have been celebrated in film institutes worldwide. But being Patrick McGoohan, I guess he'd rather have a good laugh at my blog than being marketed as some award winner or some other fancy stuffs.
And finally, sorry for my very bad photoshopping again.
There are probably a few things McGoohan did that doesn't land him on a "Weirdo" or "Cult classics" or "Forgotten B-movies" watchlist. But this one really makes me think maybe that grumpy old man who is supposed to terrorize everyone who disturbs him mulling over a book in a bar at 6 a.m. is actually just a simple Irish guy living in a not so simple world.