Life’s Too Short to Be a Douchenozzle: Ten Ways to (Not) Alienate Other Actors
“Well, when Albert and I were last chatting—” Sorry, just let me finish my eye roll. Continue.
“Well, when Albert and I were last chatting—” Sorry, just let me finish my eye roll. Continue.
(Plus: Intermission’s Very Own Song)
“I’m just a sexy motherfucker reading up on my Toronto theatre…”—the start of Intermission’s very own song. Listen here.
For a brief period, this trite, obnoxious instillation piece had urgency and meaning.
I’m going to be performing in Salvatore Antonio’s newest play, and, along with the rest of the cast, I’m going to be naked.