Writing plays is easy. But acting in them requires real imagination.
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Reminded me of a more serious piece I saw in my squandered youth on television, I think on Ed Sullivan. Orson Welles came on stage and and sat at a make-up table. There was no mirror and we were watching him through the empty frame. He began applying make-up and performing a speech, by Shakespeare I imagine, in which he talked about acting. By the end he had added a wig and a bit of costume, had become the character, and timed it all to finish together.
As a kid, sitting in front of the TV with my family, waiting for the more typical Sullivan offerings of plate spinners, stand-up comics, and that adorable Italian mouse, Topo Gigio (“Keesa me goo’night, Eddie”), I was stunned by this display of culture in the recreation room of our suburban home.
December 31st, 2006 at 9:36 am
Thank you. That was priceless.
Reminded me of a more serious piece I saw in my squandered youth on television, I think on Ed Sullivan. Orson Welles came on stage and and sat at a make-up table. There was no mirror and we were watching him through the empty frame. He began applying make-up and performing a speech, by Shakespeare I imagine, in which he talked about acting. By the end he had added a wig and a bit of costume, had become the character, and timed it all to finish together.
As a kid, sitting in front of the TV with my family, waiting for the more typical Sullivan offerings of plate spinners, stand-up comics, and that adorable Italian mouse, Topo Gigio (“Keesa me goo’night, Eddie”), I was stunned by this display of culture in the recreation room of our suburban home.
There’s always something good on TV.