Drunk on excitement about the screening, Al and I drove down to Harpo productions and knocked on Oprah's door. We also rang the bell, and buzzed the intercom. She wasn't available. She was washing her hair or something. So we left a polite note and then stormed Harpo's gates, unsuccessfully. Then we thought it'd be okay to plug Soul next to their sign, until we triggered the laser beam alarm system and an army of armed security guards shot us down with rubber bullets and tazed Al on the spot (not cool Oprah). Okay, that didn't happen (sorry Oprah), but it was Oprah's place, and it wouldn't have surprised me if that did happen (because people love Oprah). The point is we were ready to risk life and limb for Soul and we love Oprah.