Swallowing my pride at the polls
I voted today. Indiana’s May 8 primary gave me a convenient opportunity to feel pretty good about myself by completing my civic duty a second time, after skipping out on the 2010 mid-term elections.
But this self-affirming American found himself swallowing an ounce or two of phlegm-like pride twice when he visited his polling station at a senior living apartment complex.
Upon entering the complex, I greeted an elderly gentleman as he supervised caged birds, and I passed a congregation of walkers and canes as I quietly walked by a dining hall full of adorable old people and their guests enjoying an early dinner.
Then I saw the sign. It cited Indiana’s P.L. 109-2005 to inform me that I was required to prove my identity with a specific form of government-issued identification.
In 2008, Indiana won a battle over voter ID legislation that made it all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court. Without violating the constitution, Indiana could lawfully require voters to produce government-issued photo ID at polling stations across the state. Good for them, I guess. On the surface, they’re trying to preserve the integrity of America’s voting procedures, a valid goal.
But if we’re not careful, requirements like this one become a new form of poll tax because, though the state provides free ID cards to those who request them for the purpose of voting, the identification required to obtain said free ID, such as a birth certificate, are neither free nor automatically provided to authorized voters.
I believe the law unfairly disenfranchises certain minority groups, including the poor, elderly and racial minorities, not to mention Indiana’s thousands of transgendered residents, 31 percent of whom do not have photo identification that correctly identifies their gender, according to The Williams Institute, a branch within University of California Los Angeles Law program that focuses on public policy regarding sexual orientation and gender identity.
In January, NPR reported and explained the findings of the Brennan Center for Justice, which stated that 11 percent of Americans – that’s 3.2 million citizens – lack photo identification, including 25 percent of all black citizens and 18 percent of senior citizens.
Indiana should address this disparity before requiring something so many minorities lack.
Only four other states have laws as strict as Indiana’s in place for the 2012 election, though legislatures of nine states in total have passed strict photo ID measures that have either been challenged or simply not yet taken effect.
So back at the geriatric homestead, I begrudgingly whipped out my Indiana state driver’s license and handed it to the courteous Hoosier election officials.
I chuckled to myself when I remembered how the novice political activist within me renewed his license in December 2009 to avoid the state’s new “SecureID” measure that took effect in January 2010. I see the SecureID system is a preliminary step toward a national ID system, which would be especially unfortunate in a state with legislation in the vein of Arizon’s S.B. 1070 – a state like Indiana.
But I handed the man my non-SecureID, and he found my name on the list before asking, “Are you a Republican or a Democrat?”
I swallowed my pride a second time when I suppressed the impulse to simply respond, “No,” proof that the truth-telling mechanism ingrained in me by my Pentecostal parents hadn’t completely died off. Instead, I said, “Republican,” and the man handed me an “R” card.
In reality, I’ve been registered as an Independent since 2008, when I was first eligible to vote. I justified today’s lie by reassuring myself that Ron Paul, like me, isn’t reeeeeally a Republican either. Besides, I voted for Wayne Seybold, the Republican mayor of Marion, Ind., in his bid to fill the U.S. Representative shoes left by Dan Burton.
I guess today’s phlegm-swallowing just reinforces the political lessons I’ve been learning while coming of age in alternatively conservative and liberal contexts: the two-party system is a false dichotomy idolized by politicos on both extremes, making it all-the-more difficult for left-leaning centrists like me to respectfully sort through the issues at hand.
The paradox of celebrity and IWU’s Society of World Changers
My decidedly evangelical alma mater, Indiana Wesleyan University, positions itself as a bastion of Christian higher education. But the university gets caught in a web of incongruencies when its self-promotion campaign fails to acknowledge the social mechanisms inherent to certain mass media.
The school’s public relations personnel regularly exploit traditional marketing strategies, such as print and Web advertisements that tout the university’s status as “unapologetically Christ-centered” and “evangelical.” Meanwhile, IWU’s Society of World Changers honors notable Christians and draws attention to the university, providing an auxiliary depiction of what it means to be a part of the IWU community.
Sometimes, the two definitions don’t line up.
Some faculty seem acutely aware of IWU’s occasional self-contradiction. Perhaps that’s why they selected Gods Behaving Badly: Media, Religion, and Celebrity Culture as the school’s 2011 “summer read,” a required text for all incoming students.
I read the book in 2010 and had the opportunity to interview its author, Pete Ward, senior lecturer in youth ministry and theological education at King’s College in London, when he visited IWU’s campus in March 2011. Prior to that interview, I falsely believed that Ward wanted his readers to view celebrity culture as the enemy of religion. The jet-lagged scholar brusquely corrected my misreading: Christians should not be afraid of celebrity, he told me. They should seek to understand it as a formative influence on individuals and society.
“At its heart, celebrity culture facilitates the negotiation of the self through processes of representation, identification and disidentification,” wrote Ward in a section of the book I did not understand until the second time through. “The religious is therefore (unwittingly) connected up with an ongoing dialogue about the possibilities of the self and how identity is to be formed and maintained in contemporary Western culture.”
Individuals gain notoriety when they accomplish something, whether positive or negative. Those notorious individuals become celebrities when they represent something beyond their accomplishments, such as an Olympian arousing a sense of national pride or a Hollywood starlet embodying a strong sexuality.
Children who identify with a superhero or star athlete and adults who roll their eyes at the name Lindsey Lohan or Sarah Palin all participate in the identification and disidentification of celebrity. This idolization and vilification is part of the same process of identity formation, or as Ward puts it, of negotiating possibilities of the self.
I am left scratching my head, then, when IWU administrators think being contra-Hollywood places them outside celebrity culture. By assigning metaphoric significance to Hollywood, IWU participates in celebrity culture. Nowhere is this oxymoron more evident than in the university’s promotion of its own celebrities in the Society of World Changers, a hall-of-fame for loud evangelicals.
IWU President Henry Smith made at least two disconcerting statements, in public, regarding the selection of actor-evangelist Kirk Cameron as the Society’s 2012 inductee.
“We’re not bringing him here because of his theology, by the way, OK?” said Smith during a town hall meeting Feb. 9, 2012. “We’re bringing him here because he’s a light for Christ in Sodom and Gomorrah in our world.”
Hold up.
Smith just likened Cameron’s workplace to the ancient cities destroyed by God with burning sulfur as punishment for their total depravity.
I think it’s safe to assume Smith was not calling Hollywood power players “sodomites,” in the attempted same-sex gang rape sense of Genesis 19. (Past experience tells me the metaphor is thrown around all-too-flippantly in Christian circles.) Even so, I would expect a prepared statement by a university president to be more thoroughly thought-out.
Smith overlooked more apt biblical metropolitan metaphors for Hollywood, such as ancient Corinth, a city-state known as a cosmopolitan center for free thought, or Ninevah, a horribly sinful locale in need of redemption. Cameron could’ve even been depicted as a modern-day Jonah.
But I take theological pause when someone defines one region or workplace as more innately sinful than another. The church in Corinth may not look quite like the church in Jerusalem, but the Christian gospel is alive and well in Hollywood as much as it is in the Bible belt.
Smith restated his perspective on the Society’s selection process in a guest column published April 5 by The Sojourn, IWU’s student newspaper for which I served as 2011-2012 news editor.
“Inductees are not selected because of their doctrinal purity or because of a body of scholarship,” wrote Smith. “Instead they are chosen because they have given voice to a Christian worldview in a bold and decisive way on a national or international stage.”
Translation: IWU values volume above virtue.
World Changers need not be theologically sound or vocationally respected, according to Smith – they need merely to toss extra decibels atop an already-shrill culture war. Bob Briner, the author of the book that inspired the Society of World Changers, is turning over in his grave, no doubt.
Prior to Cameron’s official induction, I outlined the specifics of my complaints with the 2012 inductee in an opinion piece for The Sojourn, titled “Kirk Cameron: the wrong kind of World Changer.” I included a laundry list of instances in which Cameron represented the major weaknesses of Christian fundamentalism, rather than the strengths of evangelicalism.
During his eloquent on-stage interview, part of the elaborate ceremony April 11 in which Cameron was formally inducted into the Society, Cameron made additional theologically dubious and socially insensitive statements.
“I blasphemed the god of political correctness, and they tried to crucify me in the public square,” said Cameron during the interview, responding to the media brouhaha that followed an interview with Piers Morgan in which he designated homosexuality as “unnatural” and “ultimately destructive to so many of the foundations of civilization.” I do not believe Cameron should be labeled a bigot for his comments, but I also found his self-martyrdom horribly offensive. In an era that thrives on sound bites, Cameron clearly planned the pithy assertion instead of assessing the theological underpinnings of the entire disagreement.
But students failed to thoroughly process Cameron’s statements, choosing instead to be wooed by his charisma and sincerity.
After seeing my peers fawn over a has-been actor, after watching the theology of a former child star being accepted without critically analyzing its details, after personally witnessing an institution of higher education support the media image of an anti-intellectual, I decided to participate with the rest of IWU in a niche form of celebrity culture – by disidentifying with someone my school decided to place on a pedestal.
Celebrity is ubiquitous, an unavoidable part of Western culture. I just wish IWU would acknowledge the paradox of its antagonism toward Hollywood and simultaneous participation in celebrity culture. Then the university could pursue its calling to promote a sense of intellectualism higher than the theological doublespeak I witnessed firsthand.
The Society of World Changers is important. It is a tool that should be used to promote Christian celebrities who are ecumenical rather than divisive. This unity should not take the form of extreme tolerance. It should, instead, reflect the engaged orthodoxy that has for decades given evangelicals the backbone to stand between the extremes of fundamentalist and liberal theologies.
IWU brands itself an evangelical institution, but by idolizing a fundamentalist, the university has tipped its identity scale severely to the right. Despite my deep appreciation for certain peers and instructors at IWU, I cannot in good conscience support an administration that sees Kirk Cameron as representative of Christian scholarship.
It seems that many in the IWU community disagree with me and believe that I, somehow, instigated the disagreement. But if they understood the role of celebrity in contemporary culture, then they would understand the impetus of my reaction. And if they understood the initial problem, they could aim to avoid it in the future.
Post-production drudgery
I just pieced together rough cuts of scenes 5 and 8, which took two hours and constitutes less than two minutes of the final film.
The editing process is coming along, but it constantly slaps a reminder in my face that it is a painstaking process. (The rough cut still needs color-corrected and extensive audio mixing before it should be considered “complete.”) What’s more, I’m schedule to present “Adorkably Yours” next week at the annual Celebration of Scholarship event on Indiana Wesleyan University’s Marion campus. Let’s just say it’s going to have to be a rough cut.
My Celebration of Scholarship presentation will be followed a couple weeks later by a senior project presentation event with the Division of Communication. I’ll post details about these events when I receive them.
Funding campaign complete
Many thanks go out to everyone who has helped “Adorkably Yours” get to where it is now.
This group of people to whom I am now indebted includes friends and family who helped me finish principal photography, which wrapped Sunday, Feb. 26. This group also includes the financial contributors who sent $560 my way for production costs and festival submission fees.
We have now reached the post-production editing phase of the project, and we are on schedule to complete “Adorkably Yours” by April. The aim is to screen the finished project on the Marion campus of Indiana Wesleyan University, though this will require approval from certain administrators.
I will continue to provide updates throughout the post-production process, so be sure to check out “Adorkably Yours” on Faceook and Twitter.
150 hours and counting
Sunday, Feb. 19 was my third of four days of filming. It also happened to mark my 150th hour spent working on “Adorkably Yours.”
Approximately 70 of those hours were spent researching, writing and editing the 25-page shooting script. This website and the “Adorkably Yours” social media pages – including Twitter, Facebook and the fundraising site IndieGoGo – took about 30-40 hours to create and maintain. (I posted a handful of still images from last week’s shoot on the film’s Facebook page.)
The remaining 40-50 hours were spent on preproduction and production aspects of the shoot.
Despite some scheduling setbacks, “Adorkably Yours” remains on-schedule to move into post-production by the end of the month. I anticipate spending another 40 or more hours editing the short film before preparing presentations for Indiana Wesleyan University’s Celebration of Scholarship event (which will hopefully include a screening in The Globe Theatre on IWU’s Marion campus) and the Division of Communication senior project presentation night.
At this point, if you were to ask me what the biggest lesson I’ve learned in this process, I’d tell you it has something to do with working in community. My past production experience has always taken place in the context of a classroom-full of students, all of whom have similar goals, interests and experiences. (During my time at the L.A. Film Studies Center, for instance, I could count on the assistance of my classmates because we all worked as crew members on each others’ films every weekend.)
“Adorkably Yours” could not have made it this far into the production process without the pro bono aid of classmates who will receive no monetary compensation or class credit for the finished product. I’ve thanked cast and crew volunteers with food and coffee – generously subsidized by the $510 in contributions I’ve received from friends and family thus far – but foodstuffs are insignificant in light of the commitments put forth by the cast and crew.
I will continue to post photos and (hopefully) video clips of the film throughout the rest of the post-production process. As always, shoot me an email with any questions to stevenporterproductions@gmail.com.
Currently casting “Adorkably Yours”

Casting is currently underway for “Adorkably Yours,” and I’m looking for the following types. As is typical in productions of this nature, I will be casting a little older – think “Glee.” In particular, I need some more options for someone to play October, a male high school senior.
- Galveston – male, high school freshman, charming lead
- Grace – female, high school freshman, reserved lead
- Brittany – female, high school junior, promiscuous supporting role
- October – male, high school senior, comic supporting role
- Tyler – male, high school graduate, quiet supporting role
- Bev – female, high school senior, rebellious supporting role
- Ben – male, high school freshman, awkward supporting role
- Teacher – male or female, high school teacher, supporting role
In addition to the cast listed above, I am looking for minor roles (a single mom and a set of conservative parents) and background actors (primarily high school students in prom attire). If you are interested in any of these roles, please contact me by email at stevenporterproductions@gmail.com by Feb. 1, 2012.
Day 6: O’Neill Critics Institute winner announced
I predicted in my last ACTF-related blog post that Seth, my grad-student competitor from the University of Illinois, would win this year’s O’Neill Critics Institute competition instead of me.
In reality, Seth Valentine finished as runner-up, and Nick Hale took first place. Seth and Nick each possess theatrical knowledge and passion beyond what I can pretend to have, so I’m happy for their success and can’t wait to read their work in major publications in years to come.
I don’t feel comfortable posting their entire pieces (as each competing critic received copies of their competitors’ work). But I would like to share a couple passages that Jane Purse-Wiedenhoeft and Damien Jacque seemed to really enjoy.
Nick said the ensemble cast of “Gone Missing,” produced by Hope College, invited the audience into a fast-paced, episodic experience that was simultaneously jarring and inviting. In this review, Nick said:
This fluidity of action marks the play as thoroughly contemporary, written for an audience in the digital age. The rapid shifts from story to story and back again might be confusing to those accustomed to a more traditional narrative, but the acting ensemble keeps the focus where it belongs without wearing down the viewer’s patience.
Regarding the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater production of “The Edwin Booth Company Presents…,” Nick said:
The play constantly pays homage to his [Edwin Booth's] status as the first great American Hamlet and highlights his acting philosophy, which contains some major elements of what we know today as Theatrical Realism. Unfortunately, Edwin tends to be somewhat overshadowed in history by his little brother John, most famous for a piece of performance art involving bullets, Latin, and an irrevocable loss of national innocence.
Nick won a cash award and an expenses-paid trip to the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival national competition in Washington, D.C., in April. If Nick is unable to attend the national competition, Seth will take his place.
I wish I would’ve won, yes. But I actually agree with the judges’ decision on this one, so I am not the least bit upset by this loss. I’m glad I got the experience of participating in this program before graduating, and as I said earlier, I look forward to hearing the names Nick Hale and Seth Valentine at some random point in the future, whisking me back to January 2012, when we critiqued each other’s writing.
“Queer Politics” research excerpt
In fall 2011, I completed a “World Politics” course with Prof. Kris Pence at Indiana Wesleyan University. For the course, I researched the intersection of international relations, mass media and social trends to write “Queer Politics in the Global Civil Society: Film’s Relevance in the International Political Discourse Concerning LGBTQ Issues.”
This excerpt comes from the beginning of the paper and serves as a rough summary of the 10-page paper’s contents:
Few debate whether or not globalization has accelerated in the past two-to-three decades. Scholarly debates tend to focus, rather, on precisely how the proliferation of international businesses and non-government actors affects society globally. John Keane calls Global Civil Society a “new world-view” and designates the phrase “a neologism of the 1990s,” saying it has grown in popularity among communication scholars and politicians, alike – not to mention those who study international relations.
Keane acknowledges that no concrete definition exists for the expression, but for our purposes, the Global Civil Society is comprised of the collective trends manufactured and sustained by transnational corporations (TNCs), international non-governmental organizations (INGOs), and any interest group or transnational actor not directly tied to a state. These civilian organizations have an effect on large populations and traditional hard power institutions to an unprecedented degree, influencing the information and values held by virtually every people group in the world with access to mass media.
In this study, we will focus on three components of the Global Civil Society: film, race relations, and queer politics. Film is arguably the dominant medium for contemporary values-transmission, prompting skepticism from hard power institutions and proving that films are relevant in discussions of IR. Following World War II, film was used to normalize Blacks into civilized American society, promoting a shift in public opinion and legislation concerning racial segregation. Similarly, film is currently being used as a transnational vehicle challenging sub-societies to reconsider their opinions and laws directed toward the queer community, also commonly called the LGBTQ community. Regardless of their political and religious inclinations, policy-makers should not ignore the cinematic discussion of gender identity and sexual orientation because it could be a major force shaping the Global Civil Society of tomorrow.
If you’d like to read more of this paper or have any questions for me, shoot me an email at stevenporterproductions@gmail.com.
Day 5: Second critique, return trip
I just cranked out my second critique for the ACTF O’Neill Critics Institute competition. (Jane and Damien decided we only needed to write two critique instead of three; for that I am grateful.)
It’s 1:40 a.m. CST. I’ll be leaving La Quinta at 9 a.m. and heading back eastward shortly after 1 p.m., concluding what has been a hectic but exciting week for everyone in our group from IWU. Perhaps we should consider hosting a future festival in Marion. Hint hint, wink, nod hint.
Here’s the text for my second critique. I was watching “Gone Missing” by the Hope College Theatre exactly 12 hours ago. Now I’ve written a formal critique. (Maybe this time I won’t sit next to the lead actor as he reads your critique of his performance – that’s what happened to me as I was finalizing my last critique. Talk about awkward moments.)
Here she is:
Devised theatrical productions “based on a true story” often fall victim to banal realism, relying too heavily on exposition to muster interest around characters modeled after real people. Not so with Hope College’s production of “Gone Missing.”
Writer Steven Cosson moved beyond the transcription-temptation of interview-based playwriting when he transformed a series of conversations about misplaced personal items into a lively 90-minute exploration of an under-noticed corner of human experience, complete with nine musical numbers by Michael Friedman. Each of the 12 ensemble cast members portrayed multiple characters, some of which cropped up several times in vignettes with no cohesive plotline, capitalizing on previous comedic setups with unexpected punchlines. The cast kept their characters playful and distinct, discovering and exploiting the idiosyncrasies of each portrayal. My favorite musical moments in the production include Erik Durham’s unsubtitled Spanish balad “La Bodega” and Christine Worden’s melodic nod to the transience of an “Etch a Sketch” drawing.
If the show’s premise alone doesn’t quite pique you’re interest, you and I are in good company. We would be in even better company, though, if you watched “Gone Missing” and found yourself chortling involuntarily. But this is not to say the piece was flawless.
While Skye Edwards and several other cast members donned a variety of accents with ease, a few scenes were made less believable by certain actors who were, let’s say, a bit less capable of faking an unfamiliar dialect. The show’s set pieces also served as an unfortunate distraction. A three-member jazz ensemble was almost entirely blocked by these piece which consisted of a semi-circle of half-walls that doubled as benches arranged beneath an intriguing geometric backsplash that just hung in the middle of the stage pleading that I stare back at it, despite its apparent lack of anything relevant to say about what the actors below it were up to.
“Gone Missing” begins with the entire cast singing “Gone Missing,” a song that introduces the show’s theme. But the subsequent scenes never truly wean themselves off the milk of that motherly motif, tethering them too closely to the show’s concept, instead of endeavoring into the material organically. The show’s timeline is best understood as a cold creek that runs swiftly over the bare feet of children as they explore their own backyard. It occupies their downtime before supper, but “Gone Missing” lacks the lasting punch of other interview-based devised theatre, like “The Laramie Project.”
Perhaps the show intentional avoids the heady sermons that underlie its cousin-productions. Perhaps Cosson sees no fault in creating an enjoyable catharsis – as opposed to the unwelcomed sob-session it takes to purge my dammed up emotional reservoir. Perhaps all I can say with authority is that Hope College successfully produced a lighthearted but polished piece that, like all productions, left some room for continuous renovation.
As soon as I hear who won the critics competition, I’ll post an update on here. The competition is pretty stiff, so I’m not crossing my fingers, but there’s always a chance, right? I hope to know Saturday night who won.
(I’m going to go ahead and predict that Seth will win…put a time stamp on it…we’ll see tomorrow if I’m a fortune teller.)
Day 4: First critique
A rough draft of my first critique for the O’Neill Critics Institute competition was due at 9 a.m. today. Jane Purse-Wiedenhoeft, Damien Jacques and my eight fellow critics then offered feedback for each person’s writing.
At 5 p.m., I submitted the final draft of my first critique, and it goes a little something like this:
Mention the name “Booth” alongside the word “theatre,” and most Americans will picture the gory scene of a martyred president. But when the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater attempted to sneak up behind an audience and execute an unexpected piece of historical narrative with “The Edwin Booth Company Presents…,” a few deficiencies in writing and performance prevented the piece from fully achieving its lofty potential.
Angela Iannone, lecturer of theatre and dance at UWW, wrote and directed “Booth,” which premiered in November. Set in 1858, Iannone’s piece relies on frequent historical and literary references to root its plot in the political and social turmoil just prior to the American Civil War. “Booth” finds its dramatic tension between protagonist Edwin Booth and three other people: Mary Devlin, his true love; Edwin Forrest, his acting arch-enemy; and John Wilkes, his politically radical brother who is best known as Abraham Lincoln’s assassin. Iannone’s play takes place seven years before the assassination, though, so it successfully highlights Edwin Booth’s historical influence on Shakespearean theatre which had been severely overshadowed by the clouds of John Wilkes’ infamy.
The writing throughout “Booth” is punchy and well-paced, with expertly timed comic relief that maintains both the multifaceted conflict of modern drama and the heightened language expected of a piece that depicts a masterful Shakespearean actor. The historical references were, at times, a bit overstated, making the play occasionally feel more like a research project than a discrete piece of narrative theatre. Iannone securely rooted the piece in biographical facts – but, perhaps, she should pare down the academic literature review and cater to a more general audience.
As both the playwright and director, Iannone ensured that her cast execute every single moment of comic relief she wrote into “Booth.” These moments invited frequent, unanticipated laughter from an engaged audience, effectively segmenting the more dramatic passages. Stephanie Staszak (as “Miss Emma Vaders”) and Tawnie Thompson (as “Mrs. Augusta Foster”) fully embodied their supporting roles, offering up comedic moments that were simultaneously brilliant and subtle.
Iannone’s two jobs seem to present a conflict of interests, though, when she apparently instructed actors to overemphasize each historical referent in the script. The initial exposition fell mostly on John Lichtwalt (as “Mr. Lawrence Barrett”), but he navigated the sea of historical footnotes as artfully as can be expected. Unfortunately, Lichtwalt’s male castmates found a bit of difficulty projecting their lines without shouting. Adam O’Neil (“Mr. Watson Livingston”), Peter Brian Kelly (“Mr. Harry Barton”) and Zachary Kunde (“Mr. E.F. Keach”) must be a bit hoarse after Thursday’s performance. I would imagine, though, that the shouting issue was compounded – if not caused entirely – by the cast’s lack of familiarity with the festival venue.
Jake Lesh fully committed to his role as “Edwin Booth,” an actor whose real life has begun merging with his role as “Hamlet.” This could explain why “Lesh-as-Booth” sounded exactly the same as “Lesh-as-Booth-as-Hamlet” and “Lesh-as-Booth-as-Petruchio.” But the constant lack of vocal variety was confusing, especially in the relative emotional stability of Act I. Audiences would benefit from a stronger initial distinction between how “Edwin Booth” speaks to his coworkers and how he speaks when he is in-character. Lesh’s vocal consistency leads audiences to believe that Edwin Booth was completely incapable of distinguishing between himself and the characters he portrayed, a conclusion that seems at odds with the script and with history.
“Simply relax and speak naturally, Watson. You’ll do fine,” advised Lesh to O’Neil’s character in a bit of unintentional irony. The historical Edwin Booth was known for his more subtle, realistic characterization, but Lesh’s chronic choices were more operatic than his castmates’, working against the play’s overall theme – that Edwin Booth pushed toward the theatrical realism that would flourish decades after his death.
Despite its deficiencies, “Edwin Booth Company Presents…” a solid piece of academic theatre that is historically sound, generally well-acted and entertaining to moderate and frequent theatre-goers.
I’m about to write out my thoughts on the show “Gone Missing” which I watched at 1 p.m. today. A final-draft critique is due at 9 a.m., so I’d better get cracking.



