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Name: Melissa Dow
Gender: Female
Interests: Gardening...
reading lots of stuff...
learning to play chess well (I stink, but that's why I say "learning")...
traveling...
studying history (especially Ancient and English history)...
watching good movies, old and new...
connecting all movies to Audrey Hepburn...
cheering the Green Bay Packers against all comers...
drinking Starbucks whenever I can!
Expertise: The world's first professional solitare player....?
Occupation: Production
Industry: Restaurant
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Member Since:
2/19/2004
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| Of all actors, the most offensive to the higher cerebral centers is the one who pretends to intellectuality. His alleged intelligence, of course, is always purely imaginary: no man of genuinely superior intelligence has ever been an actor. Even supposing a young man of appreciable mental powers to be lured upon the stage, as philosophers are occasionally lured into bordellos, his mind would be inevitably and almost immediately destroyed by the gaudy nonsense issuing from his mouth every night. That nonsense enters into the very fiber of the actor. . . . He becomes a walking artificiality, a strutting dummy, a thematic catalogue of imbecilities.
There are, of course, plays that are not wholly nonsense, and now and then one encounters an actor who aspires to appear in them. This aspiration almost always overtakes the so-called actor-manager -- that is to say, the actor who has got rich and is thus ambitious to appear as a gentleman. Such aspirants commonly tackle Shakespeare, and if not Shakespeare, then Shaw, or Hauptmann, or Rostand, or some other apparently intellectual dramatist. But this is seldom more than a passing madness. The actor-manager may do that sort of thing once in a while, but in the main he sticks to his garbage. . . .
It is commonly urged in defense of certain actors that they are forced to appear in that sort of stuff by the public demand for it -- that appearing in it painfully violates their secret pruderies. This defense is unsound and dishonest. An actor never disdains anything that gets him applause and money; he is almost completely devoid of that aesthetic conscience which is the chief mark of the genuine artist. If there were a large public willing to pay handsomely to hear him recite limericks, or to blow a cornet, or to strip off his underwear and dance a polonaise stark naked, he would do it without hesitation -- and then convince himself that such buffooning constituted a difficult and elevated art, fully comparable to Wagner's or Dante's. In belief, the one essential, in his sight, is the chance to shine, the fat part, the applause. Who ever heart of an actor declining a fat part on the ground that it invaded his intellectual integrity? The thing is simply unimaginable.
~The Cerebral Mime, H. L. Mencken
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|  Oscar Wilde’s witty and romantic comedy set at the turn of the 19th
century, 'An Ideal Husband' delves into themes of love, betrayal, and
forgiveness among the aristocracy. Sparkling with wit and a delightful cast of characters, it should be great fun for all.
Opening tomorrow night, Thursday, April 19th at 7:30pm
at the Logos Fieldhouse (corner of A and Baker Streets, Moscow, Idaho)
Nightly performances through Saturday, April 21st
With a Saturday matinée at 2:00pm
Tickets are available at the door:
Adults: $8
Students: $6
Families: $30
(matinée prices: $6, $4, & $20, respectively)
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