Spalding Gray. Already? This hardly seems possible. Gray, such a primary force on the New York cultural scene during the final three decades of the twentieth century, was also more than anyone else, I think, responsible for the trend toward the "monologue evening" that is now such a staple of theatre, whether performed by a Daisey, a Birbiglia or so many others. I had been a fan of Mr. Gray for a long while, appreciating both his sense of humor and his keen intelligence, and noting, too, that we were born in the same month in the same year (January 1941) and were both raised in households where that bizarre religion of Christian Science was in full swing. And then there was the interest in homosexuality, which I perhaps embraced more fully than he.
Steven Soderbergh's film AND EVERYTHING IS GOING FINE is that it captures Gray remar-kably well over a rela-tively long period of time (in only 89 minutes) and ends up giving us more than we've ever seen of this troubled, funny man, along with the family he came from (below), and the family he helped create and then left behind.
King of the Hill and Gray's Anatomy), so he knew the man and the personality to some extent. And Everything Is Going Fine proves a wonderful marriage of a filmmaker to his subject.