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Casting Announcement: School Girls; Or, The African Mean Girls Play |
I finally saw A Star is Born. It was so barely even a movie that it made Showgirls seem like Cabaret.
The Phoenix and the Fire
As if I’d been sucked through the phone and appeared on the other end of the line, I could see an abstraction of the house against a blue sky with its windows ablaze.
Newfoundland, Nicolas Cage, and Saying Hi to the Audience
This is just a guess but I think the most commonly used phrase in Hollywood between 1997 and 2018 was probably: “I’ve got a really terrible idea for a movie. Get me Nicolas Cage on the line!”
Forgetting the Fear
I used to isolate myself backstage and cry after we performed for our first audiences. The energy they brought into the room utterly rocked me.
Cantonese, Culture, and Being ‘Canadian’
It had been so long since I had heard Cantonese spoken in performance and media. I had forgotten how wonderful it was to hear your own language on stage.
Paving the Way for Change in Our Churches
Systems of oppression and imbalance between men and women have been built, reinforced, and codified through some of our primary foundations of faith.
Tweets, Muscle Memory, and Selfies
- The one big benefit to letting your mistakes be fuel for your actions and choices is that there is little to no chance of ever running out of it.
To the Theatre School Graduates of 2019
Two years ago, a very scared, small, worn down version of myself sobbed in a bathroom stall. This was after I’d performed in, what I was told, one of the biggest opportunities of my young (not yet even started) career.
Oatmeal, Voter Fraud, and Lesser-Known Rhapsodies
My feelings about oatmeal are pretty simple. If I am not camping or in prison, I’m not fucking eating it.
Casting Announcement: School Girls; Or, The African Mean Girls Play
Obsidian Theatre and Nightwood Theatre have announced the cast for School Girls; Or, The African Mean Girls Play.
Dancing between Worlds
Our stories aren’t confined to one stage, one month, or one nation—whether that of our current home, or the lands our roots reach back to.
Tony Clement, My Demo Reel, and Waffle Sandwiches
I have never understood the concept behind making a chicken sandwich, or any fucking sandwich—I’m talking to you, Tim Hortons—with waffles instead of bread.
Centaur Theatre Celebrates Fifty Years, and Beyond
As its newest production—The Children, starring three Canadian acting legends—hits the stage, artistic director Eda Holmes looks to a future of showcasing Montreal artists at Centaur Theatre Company.
Investigative Parenting, Ari Mahler, and Uncool Tony Asks
Is asking someone what’s your “addy?” instead of “address” a thing?
10 Reasons Why Fame is Different after Sixty
Studio execs aren’t worried about your chemistry with your co-star which is usually a therapy dog named Bootsie anyway.
Yoga, My Lucky Moustache, and a Garbage Truck Fantasy
I have a recurring fantasy that when there’s a garbage truck behind me, I just put the car in neutral, put my hazard lights on, and force them to either wait or figure out a way around me. I’m one of the few people whose actual life is more exciting than their fantasy life.
Coke Zero, Ella’s Doughnuts, and Barbara from Nova Scotia
How confident in aerospace technology do you have to be to order a Coke Zero on a ten hour transcontinental flight? This could be your last drink ever, motherfucker! Take the calories!!!