Saw a screening of Mitch Hedberg's film Los Enchiladas this evening at the Silent Movie Theater in Los Angeles. (Despite its name the Silent Movie Theater hosts talking movies, like Los Enchiladas.) The place was packed. It's an interesting comment on this era that one the most popular comics around is deceased. Hedberg died a few years ago of a drug overdose, but has found immortality in the extremely funny--as well as sad and eerie--Youtube clips of his performances. Through these his influence only grows. There is a bit of a cult about him, but I have long admired him as a writer. Spare, absurdist observations about life and language itself were at the heart of his comedy. There is talk of his heirs publishing excerpts from his notebooks, including the partial manuscript for a book he was working on. This could be good.