Konstantine Stanislavski Love art in yourself and not yourself in art.
Harold Clurman The stage is life, music, beautiful girls, legs, breasts, not talk or intellectualism or dried-up academics.
by Addison DeWitt~
“I have no more pleasure in hearing a man attempting wit and failing, than in
seeing a man trying to leap over a ditch and tumbling into it.” – Samuel Johnson
My mother was a dear woman. Always tending to the concerns of others and doing her able best to guarantee that, no matter [...]
(A Response)
by Addison DeWitt~
Alrighty then. Fresh coffee brewed. Check. Tulips cut back. Check. Soothing music on the Victrola. Hold on… check.
I am now prepared to attempt a reasoned response to the intriguing and perplexing feedback, debates and twaddle my previous essay addressing the debatable benefits and pitfalls of so-called “gender-blind” casting – “Stop Dicking [...]
by Addison DeWitt~
Stop Dicking Around
or
An End to Theatrical Pussy-footing.
Like an ever-darkening, irregularly shaped mole on my skin, the genericism of the American Theatre has been concerning me for some time now. This watering down of its writing so as to appeal to the American bourgeoisie, this downsizing of productions due to economics, this flagrant marketing [...]
by Addison DeWitt~
One balmy evening last week I found myself standing outside a small theatre passionately discussing with my companion all the various pitfalls of theatrical ineptitude to which we had just been subjected when a casual acquaintance, standing off to the side and sucking down the last bit of chemically enhanced mentholated smoke into [...]
A TREATISE NAILED TO THE DOORS OF THE AMERICAN THEATRE
(in no particular order)
By Addison DeWitt
An under-educated audience.
A passionless existence lived by artists who must, by nature, lead the masses away from a passionless existence.
Political correctness of any kind for any reason.
Believing that the director is always right.
Pulled punches.
Fear of offending someone.
Pulled punches for fear of [...]
