Oh my.

Two years ago, I was the sound board operator for a little show in the Armory Free Theatre called Red Light Winter. It was directed by one of the MFA actors at the time, whose 'extensive' IMDB profile I have so graciously linked you to. Without marching through unnesessary detail, the man is a motherfucker. Upon meeting a new life form, he will asses it's usefulness, scan it, in a sense. If he could not see it advancing his career in any way, he will disregard it. If he does not think he can have sex with it, he will be equally as dismissive. The second rule was flexible, though, and more often than not he will try and have sex with it. Truly, he was, and still is, a visionary.

So, why would I be dredging up the past like this? Because, dear reader(s?), he has surfaced.

After probing the depths of humanity in his celebrated performance of Hamlet, and exploring the relationships that bind humanity together as we careen wildly through our existence in Red Light Winter, he has finally reached the pinnacle of his craft. Start the video at around 3:30 for a full explanation of why he is there, if you care that much. Then, skip ahead to 5:30 for a glimpse of our boy. The real fun, however, starts at 14:40, when he speaks. Marvel as his words, trippingly on the tongue, reveal to the viewer immortal truths concerning the very nature of being. Or perhaps he is simply a ponce (noun, second definition).

His Hamlet was worse.