The Royal Wedding, Yanny/Laurel, and Doug Ford Action Movies
If you ever see an audition breakdown looking for a “Tony Nappo type,” don’t go.
Preshow Announcements, Private Acting Coaching, and Election Facts
Many people have been inquiring lately about whether or not I do any private acting coaching. I do, but my rates are astronomical and you have to have won a minimum of three major acting awards.
ABBA Reunion, Worst Dates, and Trigger Warnings
Wondering which of these things may happen first before I die: a Stanley Cup in Toronto or Dennis Miller thinking up a funny Michelle Wolf joke.
Incels, Money Scams, and Girls Like That at Tarragon Theatre
That last period of the Boston-Toronto series looked like a father-son peewee game.
Canadian Film Day, Theatre Marketing, and 420
I’m so old that I remember when stupid people actually knew they were stupid and wanted people smarter than themselves to run things.
The Leafs, the Rob Ford Movie, and Equal Pay
I have been thinking about equal pay in the entertainment industry for a long time, and I will say two things. One won’t be popular. One will.
Theatre Audiences, Springtime, and Ron White
Ron White was fiercely unapologetic about owning the space around him.
Toronto Recycling, That’s What She Said, and World Theatre Day
The strongest argument I can see for Trump potentially winning a second term is that Santa Clarita Diet got picked up for a second season.
The NDP’s Dental Plan, CPR Classes, and Theatre Centre Reminders
I am strongly considering registering as an official member of the New Dental Plan party.
Student Walkouts, St. Patrick’s Day, and Working at NASA
To vote Ford into office just to get Wynne out makes about as much sense as starting to smoke crack to quit smoking cigarettes.
March Break Mottos, Dr. Phil Moments, and Voting Habits
I’m so old I remember when people voted for who they liked more—not who they hated less.
Food Courts, Staying Up Until Midnight, and Inclusion Riders
Q- What do you call a Canadian actor who demands an inclusion rider?
A- The way they didn’t end up going.
Silver Medals, Removing Tattoos, and Septuagenarian Rocky Fighter Names
When I turned fifty last week, I decided that I am saving swimming for my sixties, golf for my seventies, and Stratford for my eighties.
Gun Control, the Olympics, and Turning Fifty
I’m turning fifty on Thursday. My sincere apologies to all of you who lost money taking THE UNDER.
Marijuana Legalization, Peoplekind, and Fifty Shades Freed
This is maybe the first week ever that I was glad to be me and not Justin Timberlake.
Super Bowl Halftime Show, the Canadian Anthem, and Nappo Slippers
Choosing to get your climate information from Don Cherry makes as much sense as choosing to get dating advice from Harvey Weinstein.