In case you're missing the irony of this,
Charlie Sheen assaulted his wife and has been sentenced to 30 days at a
job that my friends can't even get, or have been laid off from to their
dismay. A career in regional theatre is apparently now considered
acceptable punishment for hurting people.
A) I call dibs on the Dangerous Minds-style feel-good movie script. Call me, people behind the Blind Side! Charlie can play himself!
When Charles Isherwood penned the following criticism of August: Osage County, the blogosphere went crazy:
Mr. Letts is as yet more a skillful entertainer than a true
visionary or a dramatic poet. “August: Osage County” is a ripsnorter
full of blistering, funny dialogue, acid-etched characterizations and
scenes of no-holds-barred emotional combat, but I would not say it
possesses the penetrating truth or the revelatory originality of a
fully achieved work of art.
It's extremely well-crafted, very involving and, in its singular way, a
great deal of fun. Is it grand theatre? Absolutely. Is it great drama?
Definitely not. [--] No, come to this expecting to find the author of gratuitously provoking works like Killer Joe and Bug
at the top of his form, or, perhaps more accurately, in expansive form:
this is a great big exciting breathless jaw-dropping adventure of a
show, but—let's be honest—an entirely superficial one.
I assume that everyone who vigorously condemned Isherwood will no doubt rush to throw down against Denton. I mean, it's not like you guys would just take any opportunity to fire off anti-Isherwood posts! These sentiments must not be allowed to stand!