"...there had been abuse in my family, but it was mostly musical in nature. My father used to lock me away in a room with nothing but the Percy Faith recording of "Bim Bam Boom"... and then send me to bed with nothing but dessert."
Despite the brilliance of the lines above, I can't say WIND is quite as funny as BEST IN SHOW or GUFFMAN, but it is certainly more poignant — and, so far as these Guest joints go, less patronizing. Everything hinges on the Mitch & Mickey performance, and that kiss, past and present collapsing and colliding... which Levy and O'Hara nail, naturally. Most affecting, though, is the aftermath, where Guest lets the former lovers each frame the moment and its meaning. If there's a more sensitive, sad example of the human capacity for rationalization in all of Guest's work, I'd love to see it.