Dear Mr. Martin McDonagh,

Dear Mr. Martin McDonagh,

I am a screenwriter and would like to be your intern/personal assistant.

Is there any chance you'll be staying in the New York Metro Area until your play finishes (or maybe even through Tony season)? If so, I would thoroughly enjoy working with you for free.

Also, I feel as if I can relate to Katurian's need to sacrifice his self for his craft in The Pillowman and would love to hear your thoughts on the matter.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerly,

Emily M. Ventker

PS. I'm a big fan.
PPS. Do you know Sara Keating from The Irish Times?
PPPS. She's my professor.
PPPPS. You + Me + Fintan O'Toole = coffee date?
PPPPPS. Do you know Michael West?
PPPPPPS. He's my professor, too.

Who's the Silver Fox?

MARTIN MCDONAGH that’s who!

In an attempt to stray from my academic endeavors (aka, writing a bunch of term papers on Irish cinema and drama) I have taken to oogling at the very lovely man that is Martin McDonagh.

You can’t deny his appeal, interwebs. You just can’t.

It all started quite innocently, I swear. We’ve been talking about him in class for the past few weeks, and naturally the attractive jokes/comments began to arise from the female students.

And then I started writing my paper on The Pillowman (only one of the best plays ever. and I mean ever.) My intentions were strictly studious until I started researching essays in the lovely book that is “Martin McDonagh, A World of Savage Stories.”

I feel like my infatuation with him could eventually pose a problem to my academic focus, but until I start to develop a strong guilt complex, I am going to marvel in the lovely man that is an aesthetic combination of Anderson Cooper and James Dean.

Check him out.

-E