This review is really just for me because I have to make a record of it. What mister Macdonald did here is illustrate that even though he had terminal cancer and then died of terminal cancer, it's his colleagues left alive, filmed commenting on this work, that are worse off then dead, contorting inside self-imposed cages in needless, useless, stifling agony of chaotic, dishonest "composure" and "tact". For what? For fear of losing the illusory comforts and privileges of what amounts to a spasmatic personal hell. They were the ones hard to watch, not the terminally ill and then deceased mister Macdonald. He, instead, walked a fine line between bitterness and christ-like gentleness throughout the whole thing, doing it with an almost-angelic ease, but always bobbing toward gentleness, with a final triumphant hooray of love. I don't know of anyone who approaches and dismantles cynicism with such kindness and wit, without fear of or hatred of it, illustrating that the choice between the two might be much easier then it's portrayed. I am not a religious person, but this wonderful, mindfully complex human being has enriched a part of me that can most accurately be described as soul. Thank you forever Norm.
Norm Macdonald: Nothing Special
(2022 TV Special)
Serene troubles instead of troubled serenity
5 June 2022
Warning: Spoilers