Sunday, April 26, 2009


I suppose this may sound odd, but I wasn't just pleased with the performances of Venice Averyheart and Lorelei Sturm. I found myself deeply moved. They saw some things in the script that I did not. That always happens, of course. And they filled it with fully fleshed joy and regret, anger and hope.

A script is like a pencil sketch,
over which the actors stretch
their souls in living color
to make the portrait fuller.

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