I just got an e-mail from The Ohio State University asking me to be patient while they decide the winners of its stage play competition in which I had submitted my own play. I thought I might stand a chance until I read that they had received "over 450"submissions. For the past couple of years, as I sent out more plays to scores of theatre companies around the country, the rejections flowed in, usually cautioning me not to see it as a reflection on the play so much as the result of their difficulty in making a decision among the hundreds of "good" plays they received. As with book authors, I soon realized the country is awash with aspiring playwrights and that with all that competition, andt hen the arbitrariness of judges, I stood little chance of having my work accepted. Furthermore, plays are not to be read, but to be performed so that judging a script is no easy matter. Think of all the bad plays and movies you've seen.
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Such a time we live in when intimacy has been redefined as something you share not only with your closest of closest lover or friends, or as we use to say, “intimates” but with your neighbors, your colleagues, maybe even a roomful of vicarious thrill seekers. Forget the fact that most of us have zippo interest in watching other folks moan and grunt and thrust and scream with carnal delight since, well, we really don’t care that they humphumphump—since it really isn’t a unique adult experience and, sorry, not terribly entertaining on an artistic or sporting level.
Nevertheless, sex is not something to be ashamed of; using the words vagina, testicles, or penis or showing a nipple or bare buttocks is not obscene. In the context of the commentary by Arthur Meiselman, however, nekkidness by itself is not a form of cultural expression. Too often, uninspired artists seeking to pull the seams of propriety opt for the easy taboos. Show a little bit o’ tit and ass, ooh sorry—“bosom and bottom” and watch the Midwestern matrons swoon. What is more fun than dismissing the values of suburban types who go to church and join the Kiwanis, sell Girl Scout cookies, and maybe, God-help-us-all, watch Bill O’Reilly! Selling sex serves little artistic or politically empowering purpose.
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Michael Richards lost more than his temper last week.
If you haven’t heard, Richards, aka “Kramer” on the 90’s series, Seinfeld, was doing his stand-up act at a L.A. comedy club when several hecklers began taunting him.
The hecklers, by the way, are black. Michael Richards, by the way, is white. Anyhoo, Richards jumped the shark. Which is to say, stalking the stage like a caged lion, he launched into a tirade, screaming epithets; not just epithets, but alluding to lynchings while screeching the culturally unacceptable “n-word” over and over again. You could almost see the blood dripping from his teeth.
Was he “doing a Lenny Bruce” or an “Andy Kaufman” referencing the two late comedians noted for their shocking and irreverent styles? Or did Michael Richards just flip out and reveal his racist soul?
Doesn’t matter—apologies on Letterman with Seinfeld in tow and phone calls to Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton aside. He broke the rule.
The rule, described by Ojibwe writer Drew Hayden Taylor as the “Ladder of Status,” which he discussed recently in an interview. “In essence, I break it down into the world of geometry. Humor works from the bottom up; racism works from the top down. We can make jokes about people higher up on the ladder than we are, whereas people higher in the culture, white people, cannot. That’s racism.”
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They did it with Pride and Prejudice, and now they’re doing it with The Other Boleyn Girl, a true Hollywood makeover. I’ve seen the BBC versions of both P&P and The Other Boleyn Girl several times and I must say I really like them, the British way of portraying time pieces I really appreciate, because unlike most of the Hollywood time pieces, they are not sugar coated.
The history of Britain appeals to many, it speaks to the imagination of all, kings, queens, knights, dukes etc etc. It started with the Normans, then came the Plantagenets, the Tudors, the Stuarts, the Hanoverians, and last but not least the House of Windsor. The story I want to talk about is The Other Boleyn Girl since it’s the latest Hollywood “discovery” and due to appear in cinema sometime next year.
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