Edoardo Ballerini

Okay, so you’re an actor.  Which means, to some degree, you crave a spotlight.  You chose the stage and screen over decades of indulgent therapy, or worse, you’re doing both, in which case you probably can’t be saved.  (If that’s the case, I feel a bit sorry for those around you.)

I witnessed a stunning display of acting douchebaggery that made Narcissus seem like Christ on the cross.  While getting high praise on a scene, it was indeed very good, mind you, an actor was disturbed that there was noise going on behind him and that he wasn’t getting total silence for his grand review.  The noise, it should be noted, was other actors setting up for the next scene.  That’s how these things go.  We share time and space. Read more…

In the last week I’ve gotten more than one comment on my musings about how people miss the “sarcastic” entries.  And while it’s nice to know that people are reading these things, I’d never really thought of them as being sarcastic, though I suppose many of them were, which puts me in the awkward position of feeling like I should apologize for not being more sarcastic, as if that were a merit.  But given that we collectively praise people whose sole accomplishment is making the world a playground of inequity, pain and ridicule, I suppose by that measuring stick it could be. Read more…