Tag Archives: Lee Strasberg

Brando

The last of the icons remaining to us whose methods have become the norm, whose portrait of rebellion created the fuss that pushed us from the eye to the storm and in just a few lines, or gestures, inspired a … Continue reading

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Being Thirty Eight

Now that I am thirty eight (just this month) it’s probably time I got my thing in gear; or at least to some extent, figured out what role it is I tried out for, since it’s obvious at this point … Continue reading

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