Sunday, January 28, 2007

Gray's Agenda

I read recently that Gray’s Anatomy star Isaiah Washington agreed to meet with homosexual activist from Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network (GLSEN) and Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation (GLAAD) to smooth the waters after calling a homosexual co-star a certain slur that begins with “f.” The actor offered his apologies and expressed a desire to help the activist groups with their agenda, possibly in the form of public service announcements.

Not satisfied with this diplomatic outreach, “ABC has told [Isaiah Washington] he must enter [a residential treatment facility] to examine why he would say such hateful words.” Per the network’s request, Washington has agreed to “undergo a psychological assessment.”

Before I go on, allow me to make a disclaimer lest I be accused of wondering too far from my “psychic iron cage” –that purgatorial refuge where WASP like myself are supposed to be fearfully bound under the ever gazing eye of the politically correct thought-police. I do not in any way condone the use of the word Washington used, nor do I condone the loss of temper that MUST have occurred for him to have uttered it in such company. For him to spew that word in the entertainment industry, his anger must have been of such magnitude that it completely overrode his instinct of self-preservation -the very instinct now begging me not to post this blog entry.

However, with GLSEN and GLAAD, the issue here is not merely the word, but what it betrayed: a disapproval of homosexuality. When one considers the fact that the slur was uttered in October (and only recently became widely known), it is clear that this is not a matter of ABC enforcing it’s own convictions after four months of disciplinary dormancy. The network is obviously kowtowing to radical homosexual activist.

So, in their capitulation, ABC has sent Washington off to “rehabilitation,” which, lets face it, is Cultural Marxism’s fashionable codeword for “reeducation,” which was Political Marxism’s fashionable codeword for “indoctrination.” “Repeat after me Mr. Washington: ‘Intolerance must not be tolerated!' 'Four legs good. Two Legs Better!’ We’ll ask the questions, Mr. Ten!”

How ironic that homosexual activists often demonize their critics through accusations of fascist, totalitarian behavior (the implication of the pink triangle). Hey ABC, GLSEN, and GLAAD; next time you turn a counter-revolutionary over to a “residential treatment facility,” so that upon “rehabilitation” he can star in your “educational” films, ask the the little dissident's shrinks about a term called “psychological projection.”

Friday, January 26, 2007

Bad Luck

Pardon our mess. We're moving this weekend.

For maximum effect, view photos while playing The Beatles' "Magical Mystery Tour" album.



Friday, January 19, 2007

Rambo (No, Not That One)

The Texas Educational Theatre Association is having their annual conference this week. This event is bringing theatre students and faculty from colleges and high schools all over Texas here to Houston. Santry and I are taking advantage of the opportunity to visit our professors from McLennan Community Collge, where we both attended.

Jim Rambo was our primary mentor then. To me, he was the Yoda of acting ("You must unlearn what you have learned"*), and, at the end of my freshman year, I was Luke Skywalker -unable to lift the X-wing out of the swamp. At the time, we were doing a production of "Amadeus." I was 18, playing a middle-aged, aristocratic, music connoisseur, who hates Mozart. Yeah, that was about as difficult as telepathically pulling a spaceship out of a swamp. Wait actually, here's a picture...
That's me on the left. Alright...get a good laugh. Wow. That was...wow. That was...11 years ago? Wow.

Anyway, I got out of that phase of my training and decided to pull a "Return of the Jedi." I took a much needed break over the summer of '96 and came back dedicated and ready to finish training under Jim -training that heavily emphasized conquering fear and taking risks. In the spring of '97, I finished my stint at McLennan in his production of "The Elephant Man." To this day, that was one of my most rewarding experiences in theatre.

Jim was a great teacher to me. He is among those very rare acting teachers who actually want to teach and want their students to succeed. I've always looked up to him, and tried to emulate him -particularly in his temperment and dealings with actors.


* Note: Though this quote by Yoda was never explicitly stated by Jim, a great deal of his training was dedicated to breaking habbits and taking away "the bag of tricks" that actors develop.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Another Deadline Fulfilled

...which explains the lack of recent posts.




Thank you so much to everyone who prayed over the weekend. It may sound weird, but I could tell you were.

Friday, January 5, 2007

Fade In

NIMES FRANCE – 1815

Black.

INT –A HIDING SPACE AT THE DESORMEAU CHATEAU -DAY

Black screen. A distant mob can barely be heard outside through the walls of the Chateau. Three different sets of footsteps can be heard rapidly approaching on a wood floor. At first the footsteps are on solid floor, then on hollow as they come to a frantic stop. Suddenly there is the muffled sound of a rug being yanked off a floor. This allows shafts of light to poor through the floorboards in the trapdoor that is above the camera frame. Next, the trap door is flung open, which illuminates the space. Three sets of legs frantically descend the space’s small flight of stairs. CARRINE DESORMEAU a wealthy woman in her late 20s makes it to the bottom of the stairs and huddles together with her 10 year-old son, JULIEN, and her 6 year-old daughter, HELENE. As Carrine places her hand over the mouth of Helene to keep her quiet, we see a very distinctive ring with the letter “D” engraved on it.


INT –AN UPSTAIRS HALLWAY OF THE DESORMEAU’S CHATEAU –CONTINUOUS

We see the hall of a 19th Century French Chateau. At the end of the hall is window. There is a rug bundled on the floor. A rope goes from the rug into a hole in the floor. The camera pans toward the window. Suddenly the slack is pulled out of the rope as it travels through the hole in the trapdoor causing the rug to straighten and conceal the trapdoor. As the camera continues to track toward the window a rock breaks the glass and lands in the hall. HELENE’S shriek can be heard from beneath the floorboards. The broken window allows the volume of the mob to intensify. The camera reaches the window to reveal a mob rattling the gates of the Desormeau’s chateau.